~~SHAME.

A bare light bulb burning
An ancient vinyl churning
Out a long forgotten tune.
A love song crackling in the gloom.
A cum stained mattress strewn
Across the floor
Waiting for the flaking bedroom door
To swing
And bring
The next abuser
Of her morals
There are no laurels,
Only losers here.
She has a need
A need to feed her habit
With eyes like a frightened rabbit
Caught in the headlight
Of addiction
Living on roll ups
And prescriptions
Fingers stained with nicotine
Snorting lines of amphetamine
So she can turn the tricks
So she can score her fix
Her wrap of smack
Lying on her back and crying
Selling her body and slowly dying
From neglect
What did she expect?
Heroin takes no prisoners
But why did no one listen
When she cried for help?
She can’t help herself
Now she’s not famous any more
She’s just a cheap two bit whore
Behind a flaking bedroom door
It’s a shame
When fame
Forgets.

© By: - Pete Slater.   2014.