She’s floating on smoke-filled clouds, in a memory of tranquility and peace.
Seconds that feel like minutes and minutes that feel like hours,
Yet her crucifying pain is lost.
Time has paused at a significant moment in one’s life.
Her woes are forgotten in a flashback to happier times, her rocking horse,
The odd smile and laughter.
Yet a burning sensation runs through her bloodstream, tightening its grip.
The rat in a cage is fearing no foe.
The unknown father has vanished, his footsteps have left no mark,
Yet the scars are crying out for forgiveness and pity’s sake.
A deathly cocktail is created, yet the habit has saturated a helpless soul.
Screams of despair are silenced, left to rot in a smackhead’s cauldron.
Death is hiding and expertly drawing his next curse,
Circling like a vulture, ready to pounce and rip open this empty carcass of life.
The demons take a pause to reflect; misery and pain will slowly be injected.
The next helpless victim awaits their sentence.