Something in the Way

death, dark, percocet, opioid, love, life, abuse, suicide, the end, abusive, twin flame, heroin, fentanyl, fantasy, hurt, pain, music, poignant, midwest, goth, egirl, gothic, deftones, cigarettes

Trip to Columbus, Ohio

I was looking for something

Running the eight miles

Blindly into demons that smile

In my face and offer a place

To stay for a while

Drained, I collapse

Into arms so sweet and vile

 

Guns come out, but just for fun

Talk about getting higher

Demons first, he puts the gun

To his own head, Russian roulette

Imagining a click of an empty chamber

Big relief, thought he was dead

All apologies, warm hugs instead

 

Just a fantasy, reality switched

His hand twitched, his spirit

Scared to leave this page

My vision became a flash

Bang, tinnitus

My essence splattered

Dark red and dripping

 

I'm yelling in his face:

"Why'd you shoot me, hey!"

Waltz around the basement in a

Bloody disarray

In that split second between 

Heat and pain

I wanted to cry, but there was... 

Something in the way

 

Arm useless, red wine faucet

Ruins all the carpets, oh s**t

Ambulance is dragging

As I'm sinking in this tar pit

Inject me with the Fentanyl

Secretly, I'm already on it

Pains a funny thing when

Opioids involved, sick

Reviews

[D. Mansfield]

"That split second between heat and pain" I know so well, time bends, It warps a little, sound slows down, a little stutter step, "was that. . ." Then the brightest flash, with a huge explosion, tracers in every direction, then a warm, calm, dark place, that pain lives. It's like a little ballet. . . . .uh I liked your poem and the place it took me that I no longer have to feel, thank you

[noddingoff]

I can see you know by your mention of tracers. It truly is an entire place you travel to, but just for a sec...