Evaporated Smoke, Dehydrated Soul

Your voice crackles,

like dried leaves underfoot,

so long deprived

of moisture. Eyes dance

in a horror stricken

way (at least to me)

and fingers and toes twitch,

tap, tap, tapping

the staccato beat of your over

worked heart muscle.

Tomorrow night

tears will stream in unchecked

torrents across your misread

reasons for emotional

distress. Begging me

to console

the tortured mind

now deprived

of its next jump start.

The glass pipe is empty,

the tiny baggie

licked clean in an endeavor

to prolong the false feeling of

euphoria that it brought.

You cannot sleep,

I have no mercy for self invoked

misery that once upon

my misunderstanding

nearly got me

killed.

My mind

belongs to me

now.