Ginger heroin.

Spoken Word Scrolls


Author: _RoseTintedMoonLight_
Title: Ginger heroin.

Injected into my life;
During a stage succumb with strife.
Pierced through my veins:
Sliced through my heart;
Like butter on the receiving end of a knife.
Sections:
My life turned into sections.
I felt split.
She was my hit:
I turned from confused; saddened; discombobulated -
That part of me I hated:
To purely elated:
Unable to move from that haven — castrated;
Heart no longer bleeding-
Felt Ginger plated.
Bleeding:
I bled…
I was addicted.
I was not nourished until I fed:
On my Ginger Heroin.
She was a fearless woman.
Brave and beautiful…
My Ginger Heroin.
Until she witnessed my sins.
I couldn’t quite comprehend she was human.
I got caught up in her stardom.
I thought I’d always win.
Cause she was always considering:
Me:
Over Her.
Until the sins.
After all we’d been in.
It’s only when I was abstinent:
I realised the lack of her permanence…
My insolence:
I sought forgiveness.
Did she forgive me?
I hope she forgave me.
A taste of Ginger Heroin:
I felt deprived again.
No shame.
No blame - for my sins.
We’d lay bare:
Like Adam and Eve:
And no apples gone spare - in our Eden…
Pillow-talking:
Predicting:
Our very end.
Addicted;
I was.
Cause my Ginger Heroin was fading;
And I was flailing:
As she left.
A theft:
Of my equilibrium.
Of my stability:
Of my sanity.
An addict, I was.
Because I was robbed:
Of my abilities:
Ginger Heroin dealt me endorphin fuelled concoctions:
I couldn’t snub.
And then it stopped…
And when it stopped:
I felt ill:
Robbed of peace and health:
Frail.
Solidity;
I needed:
My Ginger Heroin.
My addiction.
An affliction:
As well as my strength;
My conviction.
My Ginger Heroin;
Served me a contradiction;
As dark as the night:
Concurrently:
Shining bright, in my sight.
Foiled in irony.
My Ginger Heroin:
Worth more than money.
My Ginger Heroin;
Sweeter than honey.
Gently comatosed.
Lulled into chasing more of those:
Opiates.
Coping with:
Peaks and valleys.
As high or as low as I get:
I will never forget:
As much as it torments me:
My dependence:
For my Heroin.
My Ginger Heroin…

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