My tender body—anguished and ailing—
Fighting drug addiction
Is stuck in a dreaded destination,
A place where people lose themselves,
Where yearnings go unanswered.
And there’s no peace, no place to breathe.
Strong sounds fade as certain smells appear.
It’s inescapable—no place for children.
But I breathe slowly, slowly slipping through the crack in my mind.
And minutes, years pass as mold creeps up my walls.
Roaches crawl through me;
My thinned, rotting wall might tumble.
And when burdens are too great,
My body will slip through to reach its ultimate end.