Heroin’s Corners
(the horrors of drug use)
a steel and hammer wail of an oddly broken fire
flickers visions on the brick walls of the night
the sewers echo roars of dissonant lion storms
stealing life from the arrows of the light
stabbing at the dragons with your needles and your spoons
sharks swimming through the middle of your head
dampened are the dream-holes loosed as sweat upon your brow
as you forget you are of the living and of the dead
tired of the pictures in the puddles of your mind
you send shivers through the truths caught in their eyes
bending over steepled-hands to strike another match
dissolving into a field of butterflies
plant roses in the blood of the pin pricks of your crown
'til you bleed red petals of hope from your palms
blooming 'tween two necks of cracked and cobbled roads
and the junkie holes that burrow in your arms
freedom will be waiting as the diamonds of the sky
and the fingers of the sun that silk the morn
beckoning you back to the one you arrived to be
a soul reaching for the world, newly born
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