Junkie

The shot, the hit, the rush

the bliss

the nod.

The frenzy and the money moves and the terror of sick.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Repeat.

“Where’d you go?

We miss you so

Seems like forever

Since you’ve been gone…”

The shot, the hit, the rush

Bliss

The boy who texted poetic

who longs to love a girl who loves him back

Who wants a family

And a home to come home to…

Where are you?

~sja 9/2019

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