Untitled To An Opiate Wh0re Poem by JD Rose

A Blank Slate.
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The ink used is artificial,
It’s so Black that when inhaled
It turns euphoric.

Ever seen a glass mirror,
Ever looked down at your spoiled face
Inside it?
Ever think others can see, what you hide?

Knowing that No one can ever
Catch that dragon. So you
Swallow the dragon,
Waiting…

Watching, waiting, waiting…
Suddenly 7 years go by.

And your still stuck with Your Image
In That Lonely Glass Mirror.