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Together....With Crank
And there we stand.
Heart and heart.
Hand in Hand.
Nothing coming between us.
Until now....
The smell of crack in the air.
Once again it sends me into a coughing fit.
And yet, he doesn't even notice.
To busy smoking the monster,
To care about me.
And my health.
Days pass.
I can barely breath now.
The smell it too thick in the air.
My breath disappears.
I gasp, trying to breath.
He doesn't even notice.
Not until I fall on the floor.....
Not breathing.
Then he stops.
His arms around me,
Worried.
Asking if I'm all right.
But what can I say?
My eyes begin to roll back,
And my heart stutters.
I pass out, my air gone.
Only memory is of his face near mine.....
I wake up, in a hospital room.
I try to remove the clear breathing mask on my nose.
A strong hand catches mine.
Warm lips in my ear,
And then, his worried face.
I try to focus gaze on him.
The room smells clean,
Like lavender.
No crank.
His breath is like mint.
Nothing else.
No crank.
I smile, and wrap my arms around him.
I'm so weak and fragile.
It hurts when he hugs back.
His lips meet mine.
Yet it only lasts a few short seconds.
I stop, gasping.
"You all right, love,
My baby, my Lissy?"
and then I smile.
I reach up to stoke his face.
"Perfect....absolutely perfect, Tim."
And my eyes close again.<i>
And there we stand.
Heart and heart.
Hand in Hand.
Nothing coming between us.
Until now....
The smell of crack in the air.
Once again it sends me into a coughing fit.
And yet, he doesn't even notice.
To busy smoking the monster,
To care about me.
And my health.
Days pass.
I can barely breath now.
The smell it too thick in the air.
My breath disappears.
I gasp, trying to breath.
He doesn't even notice.
Not until I fall on the floor.....
Not breathing.
Then he stops.
His arms around me,
Worried.
Asking if I'm all right.
But what can I say?
My eyes begin to roll back,
And my heart stutters.
I pass out, my air gone.
Only memory is of his face near mine.....
I wake up, in a hospital room.
I try to remove the clear breathing mask on my nose.
A strong hand catches mine.
Warm lips in my ear,
And then, his worried face.
I try to focus gaze on him.
The room smells clean,
Like lavender.
No crank.
His breath is like mint.
Nothing else.
No crank.
I smile, and wrap my arms around him.
I'm so weak and fragile.
It hurts when he hugs back.
His lips meet mine.
Yet it only lasts a few short seconds.
I stop, gasping.
"You all right, love,
My baby, my Lissy?"
and then I smile.
I reach up to stoke his face.
"Perfect....absolutely perfect, Tim."
And my eyes close again.<i>
Random poem. Used a friend or two names.....but it's sort of true, and then not....
© 2008 - 2024 Jane-Seth
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