Interview With An Addict

Interview With An Addict

Scratching at the wounds on her arms,
She shifted impatiently in the chair.
Nervously twisting matted locks of hair.
A lost look, intent stare.

I asked her how it happened,
how it all began?
she looked down ...and back up again.
And said...

"It began one April, a loft high in the barn.
He said I was beautiful - like he cared.
His kisses were nice, guess it was in the air".

"I met him one day after school
out near the road, at the edge of the yard
I was thirteen, and he had a car".

"We drove on and on that night,
but couldn't say how far.
I fell asleep in the back of the car.

Woke up startled by pain...
seen him pull a needle from my arm.
Don't know where it took me,
...but earned my first scar"

"Time seemed to stand still after that"

She looked down at her arm.
Her sigh sounded like an impatient plea
Then, she looked back up at me.
And said...

"I was kid once, I used to care.
So, you have any money to spare?"
while...
Nervously twisting her golden locks of hair.

In her green eyes...
a lost look, intent stare.