neon inked songs stroke my face, electric
colored dust breaks through me, my body is
holding soft singing symbols and they're running
up and down my veins.
pink and sky blue billows of smoke roll out
of my mouth, they are free, dancing, and
disappearing seconds later.
through my high faze, I see my mama sitting
next to me, watching with a blank expression.
It's the first time I've seen her since she died
and I can't think clearly to even talk, to say hi;
instead I roll up a little piece of paper and the
buttercup yellow and purple crystals sleeping inside
wake up, cooing softly about taking my troubles away.
I don't even hesitate; I listen to their siren songs,
letting the drug induced state of happiness take
the siren song continues until I am alone, with no
puffs of smoke and no essence of happiness, even the
I pull out more crystals and they are already singing;
I always listen to their song.
a/n. I'm not proud of it, but I'm not ashamed. I know its bad, but I kind of still miss it all.