Mj
Mary Jane finds her true calling when her mind is bursting
At the seams.
She tries to overcome it as she thrashes and she screams.
I roll her in a joint and smoke her heavily.
She burns and becomes stale while she curses me.
She knows the love I have for her only comes from my addictive need.
She knows we’ll cut her up when she grows tall from her seed.
She’s trying to be someone else in her green cloud of smoke.
She tries to become poisonous so I’ll spit her out and choke.
I never let her rest and she’s tiring of me.
She longs to float far away from all of us and to finally be
Free.
Mary Jane is in pieces in a pipe that we will light.
She tries to pull herself together but she can’t put up a fight.
She used to be a friend of mine but now she’s in ashes on the ground.
I stand and face her sad distraction, and then I turn around.
Copyright © Catelyn Meeker | Year Posted 2020
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