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A girl called Morphine

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Published: Oct 14, 2009

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_{She's twitching in the corner
Coming down from her buzz.
There's a prescription bottle in her hand
I can see her mind turning wheels for once.
I know she doesn't want to do it
But the burn is all she craves.
She never wanted to be a looser,
Somehow it's all she became.
Her eyes whip back and forth
To see who would notice her leave.
She takes a breath, get's to her feet.
The bottle clutched to her heaving chest
She shuts the bathroom door.
The sound of the lock so loud
Inside the four by four little room.
She empties the bottle on the counter
Counting them in two's.
Her life doesn't really matter
She reasons,
So she crushes all sixteen.
With quick precision she lines
The powder into rows of three.
Fumbles in her pocket for a dollar,
Up her nose she swallows every one.
The morphine hits her quickly,
On the floor she falls, she twitches.
Unable to scream,
She'd changed her mind,
The drug took over
Silently she cried,
She fades away from reality.
Alone, lost,
She dies.}