Hey Boondocks! Today's piece is different from what I usually do. It is not to offend or accuse anyone of wrong doings. Just to express how someone deals with pain and how it affects them. Everyone has had this or other experiences that we try to fill the void with but the emptiness still remains. I hope you enjoy this installment!
The High
Light it up
with flick of the switch
A single flame waves in the air
over the glossy plastic
Moving the flame closer and closer
To a rolled blunt that kisses the lips
The fire fuses with the paper
Creating a light smoke
With hot coals
Breathing in a sigh
Of wispy clouds
are inhaled into the open holes
And exhaled out like a smoke stack
The pleasure of the smoke
massages the nerves and muscles
A spell of relaxation
fills the body
Helping the pain
The heart is coated
in black ink
Flowing like black smoke
Drowning my life
Every puff chokes me like a rope
Yet it feels so good
But no void is filled
Until the next high
Picture: Flame_by_Equoris.jpg
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