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Blowing Snows

          Cold is the air...Foggy is the breath...A gust of wind...Blowing snow...Once again. Flurry white, crystal lines, lay diagonally...A plate of glass or view of self bent over a mirror. No knowledge of this zombie reflection...Staring back the walking dead...Addict's masks of grins & lies...It hides their cheeks & shades their eyes...With past masquerades time resumes...Dinner party, host the cook...Knowing this monster's meal is tantalizing to the taste...Like fine wine of red...Blood bitter is the bite...Irony ending punch line of self. Macabre, wretched we watch a horrid view...Spinning, spun ballerina dancing away like she was on a stage...Spotlight of humility of self...Doll glassy eyes...Black with a vacancy sign as nobody's home. Eschewing her escape of childhood pretend...Guile of cunning ways tricked her to stay...For she rather twirl dizzly in her out of mind drug haze...Servitude is her condition of being a slave...Thimble of water...Threading the needle..Threading the vein...Threading insane. A toke or a poke, soak in a hot tub...Overdose wake up a siren screams D.O.A.  A slice of suicide after dinner dessert of drugs. Dawn is near & reality awakes with a harsh slap of face..Crystal ball, Clear glass bubble...A bong carefully blown. Oil of liquid gold...Torch of light...To see through the thick white smoke of burning fires...Jones dope fiend totally submerged in a dense fog of bliss...In a crack house den, dirty is this pig pen...Foul is this darken night as many before...Blind bats wings in flight...Spiral downward...Crooked is this askew line of lies...Dungeon of self pain...Addiction of affliction...Arisen is the beginning of dark age crucifixion...Mind running towards insane..Self-abuse is the loser roll gain. A precarious path...A treacherous trail...A dangerous dwelling...A bending of the blinds...A tweak peek through the hole...Wavy glass of tears...Streak stains...Rains of pain...A junkie unveils his curtain...A junkie drops his mask...A junkie shroud of no mystery to the addiction...His strain ball & chain.
Written by Chere-Rene13 (Chere R Sarver)
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