The Pit and the Ladder

I do not remember

Falling into this pit

But I do remember

falling forever.

Its glassy interior

offer no footholds.

In darkness dim,

dance ghostly lights.

In terror do I behold

the reflections,

of an inchoate past,

enacting their caricatures

on this glassy screen.

They connive, they collude

and beckon me

into the realms of dreams.

In fear I seek;

the ladder

of crystal meth

to climb out,

the rock

of white powder

to shatter the glassy canvas.

In the numbness

of the pit of life,

the ladder climbs into me


and these little pills shatter me.

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