The Spin Cycle
Serenity through my veins
The room starts to spin
Going to be the last time
I will never do it again.
I’ll be clean;
I’m clean.
You give me that look;
a filthy look;
a vile look.
A twenty and tie-off; a tempting look.
A dirty needle has never looked cleaner.
My spinning serenity.
I’m clean;
I’ll be clean.
👁 4💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.