fentanyl fairy tale

what light through
the cracked window
of the mobile home
doth break

the sleeping princess
my juliet
on darvocet
lying in a pool
of pink flecked drool
using a jagged row
of trackmarks
to find her way home

once the belle
of the ball
every beast chased after
until the monkey
on her back began to
chase them all away

she walks with
a limp
down the gravel road
to stand miserably
by the highway
communicable
in all the wrong ways
seeking to score
the next needed hit
just to wake
arm tied off
on the filty linoleum
of her double wide castle

she was a modern
snow white
and the several sores
starring in a
fentanyl fairy tale
glory holes
and starring roles
in a tragedy
she calls life

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