that she was trouble.
that i was going to pay dearly for
getting involved
with such a woman.
there was a black aura about her.
a darkness
below the skin.
but she was pretty, she kissed
like she meant it
and she made a mean batch of cookies.
in three months i was
hooked
worse than a crack head in a burned
out row house
with broken windows
and bad plumbing.
the rats ran over me.
it took some time to escape
the needle.
escape the drug that she was.
then rehab.
twelve steps became twenty four
steps. but finally the light came on
and i burned the house down
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