Looking for trouble,
down a dark street.
Trying to hide
from the day to day.
Wishing for more,
always getting less.
When he offers me a smoke,
this shadowy figure,
I shrug.
Why not?
Haven’t done that before.
Time for a change.
Inhaling, I cough,
sputter,
choke,
but not on the smoke.
His hands are around my neck,
strong, icy cold.
The edges of my vision blur.
The haze is not enough
to mask the pain.
Twin knife pricks to my neck,
a slow fire in my veins,
cooling as the blood
leaves me.
The metamorphosis
is
instant.
I’m no longer what I was.
I will never be again.
One chance encounter
and I’m gone.
~ Drake
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down a dark street.
Trying to hide
from the day to day.
Wishing for more,
always getting less.
When he offers me a smoke,
this shadowy figure,
I shrug.
Why not?
Haven’t done that before.
Time for a change.
Inhaling, I cough,
sputter,
choke,
but not on the smoke.
His hands are around my neck,
strong, icy cold.
The edges of my vision blur.
The haze is not enough
to mask the pain.
Twin knife pricks to my neck,
a slow fire in my veins,
cooling as the blood
leaves me.
The metamorphosis
is
instant.
I’m no longer what I was.
I will never be again.
One chance encounter
and I’m gone.
~ Drake
Check back for Arielle's next poem...