Addiction

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  1. Julia-C

    Julia-C Well-Known Member

    She awoke surrounded by strangers
    hearing the steady beep beep beep
    unaware of how or why she’s there
    with glazed eyes and leather tongue
    she becomes aware of reality.

    She feels suffocated by something
    It’s a tube going into her mouth
    instinctively she reaches for it
    but her wrist is chained cuffed to the bed
    like a circus elephant on display.

    Flashes of the previous night come
    like waves crashing in on her mind
    party with friends whisky and SMAK
    glass pipe with her nick name engraved
    it was a joke “Junkie” had no meaning.

    Emotions began to run rampant
    her fears focused back to her bindings
    feeling caged without clear direction
    the rhythmic beep of wired machines
    their songs increased alerting nurses.

    light moved side to side and eye to eye
    “CAN YOU HEAR ME, ARE YOU OKAY?”
    Echoes in her ears hammering her head
    “SWEETIE BLINK ONCE FOR YES TWICE FOR NO”
    She closed her eyes then reopened them.

    She has so many question but no voice
    “I AM GOING TO GET THE DOCTOR”
    Her eyes began to explore the room
    But distracted by cops in the hall
    Once again thoughts focused on her cuffs.

    Straining to hear their quiet whispers
    only three words were audible
    “crash, three, dead” they were nonsense and silly
    then more memories return to her
    gently at first but soon the calm lifts
    to the realism of a tsunami
    driven by clouded judgments gone wrong.

    She remembers a long yellow line
    weaving its self through blackened asphalt
    headlights, screams, impacts and broken glass.

    Fears and her memories betray her
    mind lies it didn’t happen that way
    still the evidence and cuffs are proof.
    quickly she contrives a defense
    I’ll tell the judge I plead “RETARDED”.
     
  2. Sadeyes

    Sadeyes Staff Alumni

    This was not a good day...if this was a real experience, hope you are doing better
     
  3. Julia-C

    Julia-C Well-Known Member

    No that wasn't a real experience. I'm too poor to afford whiskey and smak. This poem was part of a writing challenge. The topic was addiction and the words elephant, junkie, and retarded had to be used.
     
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