Two Meth Heads In A Motel Room Poem by Bryan Corbett
Two Meth Heads In A Motel Room
the most grotesque
vision I ever saw:
a woman
malnourished
gray teeth
some missing
crawled across the floor
over her baby
with its diaper bursting at the seems
No longer screaming
No longer reaching
No longer crying
No longer breathing
my wife
Crawls to me
Screaming
Reaching
Crying
Breathing
I hand her
the pipe
Monday, January 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: addiction,drugs,sad
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4/24/2024 11:13:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a sad one: (