"Two ˘ents"

by Ashley Hill

Repeat// ||: Aching I reach hand in air to the block
shoulders sore
my back bloodied by the sun
muscles spattering with anxiety
i'm inches from the ground
but on such a high
such a high.
The tears drip from my body onto the cement
commands rip through my ears
and then
my rush at such a climax
I strain
and fall
blue bedding surrounding my pathetic body
inhaling me.
Turning I feel nothing.
Drugs entwine my soul.
Trip almost at end,
I wonder when I'll have enough time to go on it again.

Tomorrow. :||

c. 1997