She sat on her bed,
her head inflamed.
A little black dress
and some left over cocaine.
Her world was spinning
and the walls were cracked.
The drugs were winning
and the strength she lacked.
Her hands were shaking
and she began to sweat.
The room was moving
and she did not fret.
She knew she was safe,
she knew it would be fine.
She just needed more
so she did another line
Her eyes were twitching
her nose began to burn
still craving that shit
she did a little more
bent over, and fell to the floor.
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