A Change of State

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His denim shirt ripped

And blood-stained

It was such a shame

Mick was a dealer,

A user too;

Smoked what he sold

And sold what he grew

But County lines geezers

Had swamped the north

With the Psychotic stuff,

Packed full of THC but also:

White Nurse, White Stuff, White Junk

Skunk caused, Horse delivered

The knifings

The knifings

Caused the pain

And then the cycle began again.

Mick was pronounced dead,

8:13 pm, it was a Tuesday

Lancaster Royal Infirmary

A thousand years ago

Which is easy to say,

But harder to know

For his wife and his kids

It aint never goin away.

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John Edward Marks (JEM)

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Annah the Allmaziful, the Everliving, the Bringer of Plurabilities, haloed be her eve, her singtime sung, her rill be run, unhemmed as it is as it is uneven!

inkMend

inkMend

inkMend is a writer’s safe space on Medium to express experience with pain and write to heal from trauma. Inspired fiction, poetry, and non-fiction/memoir welcome.

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