Tuesday, December 22, 2020

Heroin By Linnet Phoenix

 

I see it now

blue skies open

I have been admitted

I am an addict


I find you

my personal heroin

a precious,

beautiful thing


A habit formed

I cannot wake without

thoughts drifting


I check my stash

search all the usual

places I hide

among mere words






Linnet Phoenix is a poet who currently resides in North Somerset, England. She has been writing poetry for years. Her work has previously been published in Heroin Love Songs, Punk Noir Magazine, ImpSpired Magazine and others. With poems in the upcoming Spring 2021 edition of Poetica Review. She also enjoys horse-riding in rainstorms.

-

1 comment:

  1. J. Barrett WolfDecember 26, 2020 at 11:25 AM

    So, alcohol was the magazine's gateway to hard drugs.

    Good poem.

    ReplyDelete

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

The Patron Saint of Queen Street Grill, Honolulu By Trish Saunders

There was no need to duck your head when we saw you waiting tables   at the local shrimp grill,   your wages so meager  they might feed bird...

  • The Void by Daniel S. Irwin
    I write while I drink. Or drink while I write. It’s like entering a void To create from nothing. Wrestling in the mind. Will it come, will i...
  • Gozzlebeck’s By Terry Jude Miller
    near the on-ramp of I-10 in Crowley, Louisiana we unload our band equipment into the back of Gozzlebeck’s not the real name of the bar but a...
  • GRAVITATIONAL PULL by Scott C. Kaestner
    eat a shroom  smoke a joint sing a song read a poem try to think differently today than yesterday  evolve or deconstruct  not sure which one...