Faded Leather Belt

Wrapping the faded leather belt around your anemic arm
Your sunken face is hidden by,
the mass of your unwashed curls
You gaze at me with apology and impatience.
One quick nod signalling my understanding,
Your journey began;

Raising the needle over your head,
your worship was evident..
And sickening.
Bringing the point to the enlarged vein,
you drew in a breath and broke the skin.
Relief washing over your haggard face.
While the smack began its journey;
Through your bloodstream to the quickening pace of you heart
To your fried membrane that's calming your paranoia.

You unlatch the rusted buckle and the leather cobra falls to the floor.
Your head lolls back and your fingers twitch.
You fall asleep, your high singing you a lullaby.
As I wonder what happened to the pretty naive girl that was once you,
I leave this room called hell,
because I simply can not watch death.