As People Walk by…
They comment on fumes, raising from my body, of vomit and puke, toxin induced content, from constant abuse, obnoxiously spewed, in any direction, on any object that moves. They are shrewd, infections are crude, so I cringe for a while, body stretches and moves, begging for syringe or a bottle, feeling injured and hollow, been pilfered, all while, I struggle to count how many pills that I swallowed…
…..no idea…im scared…
Feeling twisted, stunned, hurt-famished, with damaged ribs and sunburnt-abs, and acid just, passing through, my lungs main passages, jolting this untamed masochist, convulsions halting , my mundane actions when, im stunned-collapsing, from this fucking crack again, this unlucky havoc bent, tragedy, just keeps fuckin happening…
I’m on concrete, by a bin for garbage, alleyway, next to twin apartments. Alarmed when, my memories thin and foggy, an ungodly mix is within my body, i’m on my back, feeling pinned, and hardly, aware, of the shit thats on me, lost my car keys and don’t know why taunts, are etched into my skin with sharpies…
The drugs have crumbled my mind, hundreds of times, I cry at night when I try to fight and I stumble inside, I’ll be overdosing soon, corrosive wounds, have me bleeding to death, suns beating down heating my flesh, and humbles my pride. My veins run rancid in my cockiness, and to family all this is obvious, I fumble with lies, I can feel the pace of my breath switchin, so now this face covered in stubble will cry, cause its about that time, to get my next fix in…