Wednesday, August 27, 2014

The burning spoon

I have let many men touch my flesh. 
I have let a few of them in my heart. 
I have stuck some needles in my neck. 
Dulled the pain before it starts. 
I have lived years with no love in my life.
I have traded my morals at a cost. 
I have let blood drip down my arms. 
A sacrifice to a God I lost. 
Don't be sad when I am gone, 
Don't cry I am gone too soon, 
I sold my life for pins and needles,
That I melted in a burning spoon. 
 

5 comments:

  1. yeah. that pretty much summarizes the last ten years. thanks tracey for putting it into words so it doesn't haunt me so much, jen

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  2. You are an OG Gangster wordsmith. I am immediately fully immersed in the scenes you set. Its unlike any other author Ive read...ever.

    I love ya girl. Hope this finds you well.

    p.s. im on methadone now.... 3 weeks plus... 50mgs is where I found my internal balance of being well and able to live with myself for not getting on a much much larger dose. = )

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  3. Really feelin this one Tracey....nice work
    JF

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