Cassandra Moran

She awakes to find she is nude, lieing in her own filth.
The cigerette burn on the couch were she awoke was a meer impression of the previous night.
The once grey carpet, has now turned black.
The smell of old milk and rotting fecal matter consumes your lungs the further you walk in her hell.
She stumbles to the kitchen to find some fuel. Another pill to intensify her mistakes. the broken promises feel like salt on a wound which she can no longer lick clean. she cares only for the drugs she possess\' when really they possess her. Where i once saw energy and radiant beauty, now only a blank monster stares back. All dignity she once wore so well, has turned to shame and disgust. Even with her witty confidence and bright sense of humor cannot be stopped, for she is lost now, and the odds are against her in this battle.
Jan 28, 2001 superbowl