Through her half smiles and drooling metaphors
I sit inside her corridors


Watching


In her home the windows rattle with rage
Her talking back once again leads to a beating

I see it all

Her crackhead attitude
Her logic of addiction
He loves her so he beats her ***
He loves her so he feeds her what kills her

Her children look but can not find her
They beg and they plead and they cry
She is right there in front of them
She does noteven see them
They don't understand

The pipe is her godess of love her Venus
The filthy pusher her man. Her father
She gives it all to him
To the men on the street
Just for a hit of old Betty

I am watching her die
Knowing my goodness does notmean a thing
I can not help her
Even when in betwee hits she cries at my feet

All I can do is cry with her
Feed her and wash her
Send her back to the street
Back to the depths
Of addiction




For Mary
Who will someday fond her soul



Tammy


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very nice

How sad. Addiction is a cruel master...Nice piece

Ok, I'm gona' be a prick about this, but if this is some one you know and care about you do everything you can to get her out of this situation, whether it be takin' her to your home or to a hospital,etc.
If this is just a "STORY", nice write.

As all I write

It comes from my minds eye

(believe me I'd know how to handle it. LOL)

Have a great weekend