One Way Ticket
By jolono
Mon, 18 Feb 2013
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The sores on her arms imitate
Her blood red nail polish.
Cracked and peeling.
Nicotine stained fingers fumble
For the silver foil that
Contains her dreams.
Teeth pull tightly on rubber tube
As the clear magic sugar
Does its deed.
Eyes close and the golden light
Takes away her fears
On a trip of peace.
But there is no return this time
No coming back from this.
It’s a one way ticket.
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How sad. "...Takes away her
How sad.
"...Takes away her fears
On a trip of peace..."
Recenty a young girl down my way was found almost near her end.
Saved by a passer by.
ScoZen
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A chilling and sad
Permalink Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on
A chilling and sad poem,beautifully expressed.
Linda
Linda
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Not sure I've read a poem by
Permalink Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on
Not sure I've read a poem by you before Jolono. This is very good. One small suggestion: in the third line, chipped might be better than cracked
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I've seen, quite close to
I've seen, quite close to home, the damage that drugs can do and take away the essence of the person that was there. Really moved by this jolono.
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It's a harsh world Jolono.
It's a harsh world Jolono. I've never seen a poem from you. This says all in a straight forward way. Nice- a multi-talent indeed.
;)Pia
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This poem is brilliant, in
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
This poem is brilliant, in the way that it pushes
home how bad drugs are.
If there was a poetry book about drugs, this one
should definitely go in.
And yes you are a poet jolono...most definitely.
Jenny.
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Sends chills! The second
Sends chills! The second stanza is remarkable! Great piece!
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