she was my best friend ten years ago
cigarette parties in back alleyways
dangling from the lips of an angel;
the one dancing in poisonous vapor.
she’s got a ticket to happiness.
glass bottles, empty cartons
park bench mattresses,
newspaper blankets,
street light-night lights.
it’s a shame about the flies.
it’s a shame about the smell.
oh well, lonely lover,
you will have to save yourself.
(2013)
So in my poetry class, we are working with couplets, which is just a structure, two line stanza's. We didn't have a subject matter so I stole some ideas from a previous poem (A Dance with Smoke) to tell the story about my best friends, best friend who struggles with a heroine addiction and a drinking problem.
#Addiction #Dark #Drugs #Friends #Friendship #Life #Love #Poetry #Reminiscent
