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The needle and a beast.

Poetry By: puddleofink
Non-fiction


this is the outcome of a challenge

i had 8 words to put in a poem they aer
black
crazed
luck
malicious
push
drip
trace
seam

so yeah...


Submitted:Jul 1, 2008    Reads: 175    Comments: 25    Likes: 7   


The needle and a beast

The police found her wild eyed and crazed, with a needle in her arm next to a dozen holes in her bruised, grey flesh.

Now she lies on her hospital bed, a drip in her arm pumping fluids into her, shes in luck shes not dead.

The drip in her arm is trying to push any trace of heroin out of her body.

Heroin, the malicious beast is slowly subsiding.

She picks at the seams of her blood red dress, black fingernails chipping away as she tries her best to sit still.

She goes into rehab the next day she is clean for a week, she runs away.

She is found half dead outside the hospital after a month, they do there best to being her back but shes to far gone.

The beast has won.

ok thats me done for here comment me!





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