The Long Night of 1971

 it crawled out of her mouth and into mine. it was 1:43 according to the clock. i hadn’t slept in weeks and couldn’t be sure i had seen it correctly until i felt it over my teeth. in my throat. my stomach. through my ruined bowels. past my rotting guts. looking for my heart and settling for what it found. i thought of her and him and the long nights of no sleep and the pain of heart and the abyss that is life and being born dying and waiting for some breath stealing act of clemency by a god that doesn’t favor the kind and it knew. it knew i was soft inside. “you can’t hide from us” it cackled to my ribs. the worm tumors fed on the seeds of doubt in the pits of my tummy and grew large enough to caress my cancerous soul softly singing  seductively in my ear. my fathers voice telling my mother he loved her. and my atrophied love snickered “we’ve seen you and we reject what you are”. i looked at you sleeping so peacefully next to me and heard you whisper “it’s hopeless” and i knew it was true



This is a piece about sharing space with another junkie by my bff K. Sabatini a San Francisco native as well as a person who has struggled with mental health and substance abuse issues for fifteen years. I have written about him in several of my stories. (yes he has read them).

He has currently logged seven weeks clean. 

FOREVER GLOOM

Comments

  1. Eventually TishJuly 18, 2017 at 4:32 PM

    I love it Korri. Proud of you. Keep it up. One day at a time ❤️

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  2. AnonymousJuly 18, 2017 at 9:34 PM

    Thanks for sharing and keep up the good work!

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  3. louis365July 19, 2017 at 8:14 PM

    Stay clean bro...it's the only way to go.

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  4. nequeenb90July 27, 2017 at 7:55 PM

    You can do this bro. Just focus on u and only u. No crickets chirping, no other pressure just you.

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  5. UnknownAugust 10, 2017 at 11:53 AM

    keep it up! one day, minute, breath at a time! <3

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