Fried BrainsA Poem by Susan MichelleThis is about drug-use, overdose, and the effect it has on the people other than the user.The floor is still warm where your body was last night while you were smashed. Your brains were scrambled from the pills, or maybe sunnyside-up. A puddle of drool stained the floor while your brain was fried. © 2008 Susan Michelle |
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Added on July 24, 2008 AuthorSusan MichelleMorgantown, WVAboutI'm a double-major at West Virginia University, concentrating in International Studies and English. I love to create new things and express myself creatively. I love to write creative poetry. I am mys.. more..Writing
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