A Drug Addict's Christmas

by Maple Tree   Dec 13, 2016


Headless angels adorn an abandoned Christmas Tree-

Tucked in a back alleyway
she scavenges like a rat
for scraps of food-
as
tear drops become
ornaments.

I've never known a dark
holiday; but I hear whispers
from a babe with cracked lips,
crooked smile and almond eyes
that pool forbidden caves of
emptiness.

Infected fingers take the edge
off of hunger; cravings
seep within a spiny frame
as she sings acidic lullabies-

to children she will never see again.

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  • 7 months ago

    by Hollow Dreamer

    I've never known a dark
    holiday; but I hear whispers
    from a babe with cracked lips

    Really feeling this line it sparks great imagery as I read it.

  • 7 months ago

    by Hollow Dreamer

    I've never known a dark
    holiday; but I hear whispers
    from a babe with cracked lips

    Really feeling this line it sparks great imagery as I read it.

  • 9 months ago

    by Tara

    Powerful, especially the last stanza, and an even more heart wrenching ending. Excellent write.

  • 9 months ago

    by Brenda

    Andrea, congratulations on your win! This truly was a Christmas poem. Well done-

  • 9 months ago

    by DarkLight

    Congratulations Andrea

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