Walking On Heroin Needles

When I was thirteen I used to stare into my mirror

it would last hours after sundown 

As the sunlight became dimmer I began to see clearer

your face that was entangled in the dimple of my frown.


I became hypnotized by the fibers in my iris

that hugged your outstretched arms back

It calmed your shakes from needles that you miss

and temporarily you found light in my room that was pitch black.


You were stuck behind my mirror, inescapable glass

tip-toeing on heroin and crack pipes

Yet the toxins seeped into your blood, becoming rusted brass

and addiction punctured you with the needle spikes.


I yearned for you, preserving you in the dark of the stars

preventing you from pain and horror-indulged fear

But the birds began chirping to the hums of morning cars

and I watched the sunrise make your shadow disappear.



  • Nicholas Browning

    This read was really nice. The last stanza was pretty cool I thought.
    Best regards.

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