Annabelle lays sprawled across her dark bedspread
her charcoal lined eyes staring blankly out at nothing
a wisping cloud of smoke leaves her mouth
she exhales the puff of hash that she'd been holding in her throat
she sucks on the freshly rolled joint resting between her black nailed fingers
her mind wanders while playing the how-long-can-i-keep-it-in game
she welcomes the numbing burn that fills her lungs
Voices fill the hallway and a knock calls upon her bedroom door
brief panic crosses her hazed mind, then calm...
find me, I'm falling, catch me.






I really like the idea too. I think it's really cool. You get to tell a story, make a judgment. I love it.


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