Heroin User in Montreux

by on May 9, 2022 :: 0 comments

We meet at a hook in the path.
You lick your puncture, don’t look up,
send the baggie down the hill in the wind.

Should I interfere?
rip out the venom you just sent in?

I can relate.
I too have sat in the dirt
at the edge of a dream
puncturing bruises,
begging the sea to rise up
and swallow me.

– Catherine Zickgraf

editors note:

Self-awareness through empathy for (from?) an addict. – mh clay

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