Tweaking, shooting high
rushing through blood veins
piercing a gap through my skin
pushing down the plunger
euphoria flows into my limbs
catatonic stances pass into my limbs
the needle comes out followed
by a bright red dribble
of drug induced blood
collapsing and falling onto the floor
passed out to sleep forever more
In a sharp twisting action
she tears a large fish hook
from the clay tiled wall
& on returning -
a thick yellow paste
exudes from several holes
& there sitting in the bath beside her
is a misshapen foetus bolted upright
the size of a thigh
It resembles a seahorse
with muscly shoulders
it sits there inertly
it's eyes covered
in a thin reddish membrane of skin
She waits for it to speak
to explain itself
to pass judgment
it is in this space
this vision
this tolling of truth
that she awakens-
It is a dark summer morning
the rain drumming
in a mesmerising chant
on the steel roof above her.
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