There was fear in his eyes.
Fear that I did not recognize.
Fear told a story.
I ask "why am I laying on the floor??!"
"You died bitch!" He screams.
I was asleep.
I had these dreams.
I was just nodding!!! I protested
My face hurt from his assault
My appetite for drugs was not arrested
My mind was black but now I'm here.
I noticed I was under a table.
The carpet held my pounding head.
My friend was barely able
To save my ungrateful self
"God damn it - Trace. You were dead!"
Like a lady, I pulled down my skirt,
I twisted my legs when I fell out,
Luckily I was not hurt.
The near death of the greedy dope hog.
I just wanted to get high.
I nearly died in the dirty shag,
With my friend nodding nearby.