Precious Hit

Precious Hit

My body shakes, tremble within
Every inch of my sweating skin
My mind is fuzzy, just not clear
Stomach aching, eyes begin to tear
I need it so badly, god save me
If only a taste or even a sniff
I'd be so much better with a lift
Twisted in knots, I crawl on the floor
Looking for anything to fill this void
Crawling around like a rat in a cage
Aching, burning, in a fit of rage
I scour the floor, for a piece of rock
Then I remember, my private stock
I go to retrieve this precious hit
I open the box, inside their ain't shit
Itching and vomiting, I fall to grace
Suffocating from the ghastly glue
I've used to fix my broken parts
This temporary, since I'll need another fix

Chelley Bean Poetess