She held my hand tightly as we walked along the dimly lit road. She had no shoes on, instead she held them between her thumb and forefinger. Her eyes were bloodshot, I could see that in the reflection of the streetlamp, and I pretended like I couldn't see the needle imprints in the crevasses of her arms. She stumbled along, with no real sense of where she was going, just following my lead. There was garish shop window lights, and prostituted leaning on dirty brick, cigarette smoke polluting the stench of urine and cheap perfume in the air. There were a few shady-looking men, with 5 o'clock shadow and greasy, lank hair leering at the young girls.
A few looked at her, at her skinny, pale, bruised legs in this net skirt that stopped mid thigh. I tried to pull her away, make her walk faster, but she was oblivious. She looked down at the ground, could she see them staring? Did she notice? Or, was she too deep into a foggy state of nothingness to even see what was in front of her.
Is this all that life has in store for her?
This fug of heroin-induced semi-consciousness?
Sleeping with greasy strangers for enough money to get her next fix?
I wish I could get her out of this, but what could I offer her. What is so great with normal life?
I wish.
I wish I wish I wish.
Author notes
-Category two, photography number seven.
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A contest entry
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This was a very beautiful write! I loved all of the imagery and metaphors scattered throughout the piece -- exactly what I was looking for
"Her eyes were bloodshot, I could see that in the reflection of the streetlamp, and I pretended like I couldn't see the needle imprints in the crevasses of her arms."
Such sorrowful yet beautiful lines. I love holding intense images like this one in my head as I'm reading the poem. You definitely did a great job using the picture as inspiration and I could feel the emotion in every word.
Thanks so much for entering my contest -- I look forward to reading your other pieces. Best of luck;
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I really like this. The last lines really touched me and made me go, "Wow."
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