HEAD TRIP

My dreams coming true are nightmares depending how I move. Being the baddest motherfucker on the planet, had me screwed, in a place I couldn't escape from.

Stories that give me a release hold others in pain. They feel damaged from my grief-I thought recovery was supposed to help not be used to balance deadly habits--an addict’s bedside manor where they sleep in horror.

Heating babies’ skin with lighter’s and smoke so they never feel disappointment. Elevated thinking. A different kind of enlightenment.

Being Numb to emotions is the world’s new guilty pleasure. And me and my baby get numb when she shoves me down her throat.