I saw the familiar dead girl
dancing in my basement spoon
cut off the apron ties
the dead girl said
I’m jonesing to fuckin cook
copped some works; from a friendly stranger’s hand
the handle bent; the spoon a Jesus cradle
the dead girl prayed
tapping, arousing, blue hungry veins
turn the tourniquet; tighter and tighter
Bic fire lit; cook that shit
sizzling, bubbling
junk drawn up
kissed thru the eye of a wearied spike
the dead girl shot
push, pull back, push; black blood flows
skagged
damned and raptured
smacked by euphoria; glowed
shooting sweet seductive pleasures
in a gallery framed with pain
again and again
nodded
the dead girl did
aboard the junkie basement train
“”by dobetoh is licensed under CC PDM 1.0
Jacquie Prebich
Jacquie Prebich was raised in New York City and currently resides in Los Angeles. She started ballet at age five and danced until her first pregnancy. Jacquie loves writing, producing, and directing. She created Ballet Theatre in 2006, a new performance concept combining classical ballet with acting, singing, and live music. Jacquie began writing poetry after undergoing rehab for prescription pain pills— an addiction that developed as a result of dance injuries. Jacquie lives in a scenic canyon with her family and rescue animals. She is currently working on her first poetry book. Follow Jacquie on Twitter @JwPrebich
Vivid . Tragic. Inspiring.
Love this ❤️
Amazing work.