Chasing the Carpet
On both her bended
and her
bleeding knees ..
They all
watched her as she
began to
chase the bloody
carpet
round and around ..
And then
around some more ..
Searching
for any tiny speck of
crack dust
hiding somewhere
in the
shag pile and those
creases
on her discarded
petticoat
having been thrown
casually
across a filth strewn
bedroom floor
or wherever else she
thought her
next lick might be found ..
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OCD?
Ohh, KP never does any housework. She's too busy having Botox! lol.
I dont know where you got OCD from Steven ............ but I would roll with it if I were you 🙂
Doh! Fay's guessed it correctly again. Which is more than I've done.
Well, OCD - the continual cleaning of the carpets - like when KP covers our carpet in mud. She don't care. She tramples through the lounge in wellies! lol.
The tragic addiction to drugs such as crack will reduce a poor human to less than a rabid animal and you pen it so vividly - - a shock of a read that happens on as your note says "an increasingly frequent basis" in your line of care.......x
it is not a pretty sight to see anyone behaving in such a way .. I find it particularly disturbing though to see so many young women behaving in such a way and who would give anything for a lick .. x
Wow. This is an epic piece for those addicted to crack and will search for
a piece so tiny as to cause bloody knees.....tragic!
there are many myths about this particular substance ..
though not physically addictive like alcohol, opiates or chocolate .. it is psychologically and sadly, I have lost count of the number of lives I have seen it ruin ..
For a while there I was envisioning a flying carpet chase. But reality is, there is a deep sorrow underneath all these cases and lives.
be careful, sounds like someone may have slipped an acid tab into your coffee
You got me - I'm glad there were early entrants to this column with more know than I have. Sounds sad, but you would have to convince me......Too hardened by having been told that a toke of maryj would have me flying out the window....🙂
it is the only substance I have never tried simply because I suspect, like so many others before me,
I would find it rather moreish .. I tried most things at least once in the dim and distant past for research purposes you understand .. 🙂
Oh absobloodylutely. For what other conceivable reason would one possibly partake of such substances??
Egad, Sir - nay, nevah.........
The sadness is that that anyone should become the slave of such a monster, where the brain trumps all in it's need to feed addiction. How little we realize that the brain has a mind of its own, inspite of us. A very powerful and pertinent write dear friend.
after all my years of working in the field & associated pastures, you have just hit the nail on its proverbial head .. and I am so grateful to you for that Bella
we can word it as we may,
dear empathetic Hyung
'chasing the carpet'
'chasing the bottom of a bottle'
'chase the escape
in a numbing, embrace..'
and on...
pathetic, how some men out there
try to warp it in-to a gender fight
rather than, witnessing
a person, in need
a humane tragedy, unfolding..
I'm ever astounded, at Gaia's
levels of tolerance
at a mere read of your words
my volcanic rage, is poised
to spew lava hate
You got me brother ..
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