Thirsty For Euphoria

Predator needles hunt veins
thirsty for euphoria.
Huddled in a cloak of smog choked sunlight
emaciated flesh begs for change.

In the distance a church bell
announces 8:00 a.m.

Salvation never reaches the sidewalk.


©Susie Clevenger 2016

Day 22 #NaPoWriMo 2016

Comments

Ellecee said…
Oh my goodness, the dilemma of being hooked on a eupohoria that kills, it's all very sad,Elle
April 23, 2016 at 2:06 PM
Anonymous said…
Even at dawn--maybe especially at dawn--it's always dark there.
April 24, 2016 at 6:56 AM
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