Bliss With a Kiss
Bliss with a kiss
A moment in time with a prick
in the arm and a rush
of confusion and infusion.
Opiate racing through my
circulation. It’s horrific
bliss with heroin’s kiss
My nose is itchy, and my tongue
is dry. Stomach retching.
Is this the high they spoke about
when sharing the wonders of poison
in brown wrapped in paper looking for
citric mixed with dihydrogen oxide?
I’m zoned out now from the moment and
life. It takes eleven years
to wake up from that prick.
A show of red in the beginning and the end.
Copyright © Stuart Patterson | Year Posted 2020
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