Methamphetamine Trap
The brilliance of diamond clear rocks
Sparkle in a bent heirloom spoon
A cracked cup of tepid water
And a small bit of cotton fluff
Eighty units in the plastic tube
She fondles as if a lover
Worshipping the sharp steel phallus
It’s piercing tip electrifies
Deftly rolling a long sleeved shirt
Peering at the map on her arm
A relieved sigh escapes her lips
The best blue running river found
The point glides in like a magnet
Pushed plunger, taking deep breaths
Heart stampeding out of body
Crystal eyes rushing on a run
She’s built an alter for her god
The seduction so sweet, too strong
Can’t seem to stop, doesn’t want to
Oh! she’ll die in technicolor