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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