A meth addict has their own smell.

Body odor.

Crystal.

Death.

Every skin flake can be detected by the most resilient nose.

 

     Family no longer has any meaning.

     Giving children attention is a thing of the past.

     Hugging a long lost dream.

 

Insensitivity, a goal for the adult and adolescent.

Jonesing for a fix and for freedom

Keeping in smoke and keeping in sobs.

Love is impossible. Your heart belongs to your drug.

 

     “Mommy are we going to eat today?”

     “No. Go away.”

     “ Okay Mommy. Maybe tomorrow then”

 

“Please wake up Mommy. Mommy Please?”

“Quit your bitching and let me sleep. Go away.”

 

     “Rest in peace mommy

      Sleep with the angels tonight.”

 

The drug her ticket to Elysium.

Using her primitive escape.

Vacating reality, a sad motif.

 

     Whimpers and whispers

     X marks the pain

 

You finally achieved your dreams

Zenith. Death.