Coke-A-Cola Minus The A-Cola Poem by Rachel Hankins

Friday nights pay day
The $400 will do
I won't spend it all
but I will waste half on you

The ride home is long
my parents want to talk
I tell them life is fine
and down to my room I walk

You call to me
My only chance is to obey
I cut you from your prison
You’re the hunter me only the prey

Grams and grams of powder
Just itching to be blown
Rail, lines and bumps
You make me a drone

They notice the difference
Notice your effect on me
Everyone asks what’s wrong
But they wont ever see

4 months pass, I waste away
never once do I complain
in a life full on insanity
You’re the only to keep me sane

Numbing me I can feel
The burn in my nose and throat
Half the snow is gone now
I lie on my floor and float

Nighttime is cold
Almost too cold for you to warm
I don’t notice much now
It has all become the norm

My cigarettes gave in too
Liked it when you sank in
Drag after drag
I wonder how you’ve been

Last line of the night
With you I never did learn pace
I lie here empty
Stupidly I long for your embrace

Night times closing in
Only the break of day
What have I done here?
I promise only to you I’ll pray