Ashleigh Root

Rookie - 2 Points (March 5,1995 / Colorado)

Final Hit - Poem by Ashleigh Root

with every stinging hit,
she can start to see her life
slowly pass her by.
the high is too irresistible..
it courses through her veins
& quickly penetrates her mind
like a 9mm bullet..
bringing back all the bad memories..
'mama i'm sorry.'
that one last hit was enough.
she looks around one last time..
at all the memories..
all the wonderful things...
& all the bad.
her book collection next to her bed,
the razorblades on her dresser..
her favorite stuffed animal,
the oxycotton pills scattered across her floor..
the pictures of the vacation in Maui last summer,
the empty bottles of liquor hidden under her bed.
'mama i'm sorry.'
the taste of alcohol sticks to
the inside of her mouth like glue..
the high from the pills make her numb.
her body is weak..
her eyes begin to close..
& finally...
a smile.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 11, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, November 12, 2012

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