Allison tied the tourniquet around her arm, inserted the needle and released the addicting liquids into her vein. She lay down, tossed her head back and enjoyed her high. She was irresistible with her blow job lips and dark purple track marks, or so she thought. 1
Allison married the first man who came along feeding her pipe dreams and telling her fairy tale bedtime stories of what their future together held. Allison endured heavy physical abuse, but did not seek help because he paid for her addictions. 2
One night he came home with some heroin for her. It was slightly cheaper than the usual and was from a different dealer. Allison didn’t care though; a fix was a fix. So as she tied on the tourniquet and shot up for the last time, she tossed her head back and enjoyed her high. 3
Allison looked so irresistible with her blow job lips and her purple track marks in the dark gray coffin. No one could take their eyes off of her. She looked beautiful; almost how she did before drugs took over her life. But the damage was already done. 4
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you know what is funny, that is the third poem i've read today on this subject, i love the ending,
She looked beautiful; alomost how she looked before drugs...
that made the piece real to me,
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An interesting piece of writing. Within the 200 word limit it was a challenge to write a coherent and believable story and I thank you for taking the time to enter my contest. Maybe it was a little ambitious to try to include more than the description of her demise with too much background.
Best of luck in the contest
Kat xxx
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