Bryan Corbett

Two Meth Heads In A Motel Room - Poem by Bryan Corbett

the most grotesque
vision I ever saw:
a woman
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
Breathin g

I hand her
the pipe

Topic(s) of this poem: addiction, drugs, sad

Comments about Two Meth Heads In A Motel Room by Bryan Corbett

  • Atasha Williams (3/29/2016 10:44:00 AM)

    This is a sad one: ( (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 11, 2016

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