Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Imagine you hand
a sad, lonely girl
the keys to happiness,
hours of joy she can create
for herself
with others, alone
or simply by watching others.

She'll chase that,
dogged and crazed,
with twisted ankles
and weak lungs,
because once you get that needle
in her arm
it will never come out.

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