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Dead on Arrival or What Heroin Said to My Best Friend

January 20, 2015
By Anonymous

Drive baby girl
Come find me,
Meet me in St. Louis.
Dark alley ways,
City lights and black men in trench coats.
I can make the pain go away,
I want to be thrown under your current,
I want to calm the ocean in your belly.
Who needs food when I
Can feed you a new definition of,
“White girl wasted.”
I want to float through your blood stream,
Get you high on my stardust and brown sugar
Make your bones throb and your skin sweat cold
When you try to leave.
You sweet channel swimmer,
Hell is a part of you now.
You will steal from your mother,
Pawn things of your brothers,
Trust me, you'll lose everything.
Falling from your bones
The flesh of who you use to be.
Sniff the air of me into
Your cerebrum
I'll turn your genius into dark matter.
Sweetie, we all have galaxies inside us.
I can teach you to float.
You will know what the devil smells like,
Let me clear that passage for you
You, will know
Hell fire in your veins,
You will know what burn really feels like.
I'll teach you how to float outside nerve endings and watch yourself
Nod in and out of this place
In and out of time,
Not a pinch can wake you up from this dream
In and out of universes I can show you.
I'll put red galaxies on your legs,
Itch at them
Try to escape from your own flesh
My sweet girl,
The human skin is so hard to live in
I'll be the binding to keep your pages together...
I'll burn your life story,
Ever
So
Slowly
Until, I run out of your blood stream,
Ten dollars can buy you my love
For one more night
Count to ten dear…
One: Dear girl, I’ll make you numb.
You’ll forget the past and welcome the future with open arms.
Give it a bear hug,
Feel down for anything.
Two: You’re invincible.
Three: Make sure you have a safe place,
Where no one can walk in on us.
Whether it’s the basement floor
Or in the gas station parking lot.
Find us a safe place.
Four: Hell is something you carry with you,
When you have scars on your heart,
Shaped like finger prints of all that left you empty,
That only tar can fill.
Five: Roll your Lincoln into a Kaleidoscope,
Inhale my colors and shapes.
Six: Remember our first date?
Oh, it was magical,
You inhaled me like fresh air,
Feeding your mind with my poison,
Some people don't know evil until it has been inside them.
Feasted on their lives
Picked their bones clean, of muscle and curve
Killed the angle on their shoulder
Made their pupils pin points
Almost kill a girl in the passenger seat...
Killed two people at your high school.
Seven: Baby girl, the abused me.
You just love me,
I can make you bullet proof,
You will never stop breathing,
Just keep breathing,
Don’t forget to breathe.
Eight: We can be infinite,
Soaring through a nebula of warm numbness,
Warm racing through your tethered veins,
Scraping nails along their walls all night.
Nine: I won’t be here in the morning to make you breakfast in bed,
Or play with your hair, or watch TV with you.
I'll be long gone
Back in St. Louis.
Leaving you with the taste of my sugar
Still evaporating from your tender muscles.
Ten: watch your veins turn to black skies,
Speckled with comets, love bites,
Spider legs crawling up your body,
To your beautiful gray matter.
My sweet girl, I will kill your memories,
Latch on to your thoughts.
I'll come in waves,
Drown you in my thick tar
I'll make your whole existence
Dead on Arrival

….My dear best friend,
Come back down,
You’re too high I cannot reach your kite string.
Come back to the ground,
I'll make it a bouncy house,
Just to keep you here for a little while longer...
My partner in crime,
It’s hard robbing banks on my own,
In Grand Theft Auto,
I miss watching you play Xbox.
I miss you.
Please, come back down.
 


The author's comments:

Addiction is an illness, if you struggle with an addiction to opiates, or any kind of drug, please, get help to live a sober life, hang tough, and keep fighting the good fight. 


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