Needle Train to Nowhere
A poem about a drug abuser and physical harm:: pbpatch.wixsite.com/pbpatch
Needle Train
On the roof
Tenement home
Needle forgotten
Mind on roam
Thugs and mugs
Pills and drugs
Creepy crawly
Icky bugs
On my skin
In my nose
Serrated beast
A thousand toes
Scratch my skin
Inside my pants
Mental screams
Horrific rants
Sky of puke
Ground of gas
Trees alive
A burning mass
Walls shift sideways
Floor slithers away
Rearing death horse
A piercing neigh
Hooves of metal
Serrated scalpel
Slash my forehead
Satan’s Chapel
Fingernails torn
Bloody crescent
Suck them down
Roasted pheasant
Voice in head
Says I can fly
Step right off
You’ll not die
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald is a 911 dispatcher of 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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