January 10, 2009


by Aleathia Drehmer

i walked into my secret lover's
room without knocking,
found marcy there shooting up
junk between her toes, toenails
dark purple like bruises,
bags under her eyes
and forehead glistening with sweat.

a single drop rolled down her chest
until it hit the wire of her black bra
and absorbed.

i think to myself
god, she has great tits for a junkie.

and i am jealous
over those breasts
over her dainty heroin fix
over the fact
that she still has him in public.


paisley said...

having been and loved a junkie,, i find something entirely sexual about the whole idea of the needle the piercing the blood the exhilarating exhalation,, the euphoria.... it was just the death part that really ruined it for me.... i lost my man to a bad bag of dope... just like that... he was gone...

very well written....makes my arms ache.....

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