Apr 22, 2014

A Moment of Silence for Those Still Active in Their Addiction

My heart cracks
Each time she comes home
And tells me someone else
Has died.
Sometimes the names are familiar.
Sometimes they aren't,
But they sound like
"Sister"
All the same.
Other mouths are all gossip
And speculate.
Hers is a straight line
Begging itself into quiver.
She is learning now
More than ever
That addictions like these
Are just suicide on layaway.
That all of our bones
Are inches from the cliff
We will ourselves
Each morning
Not to jump from.

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