DRUGS Poem: “In the Collapse of Time”, by Kaveh KakaeiNezhad

Time fractures
in the ancient sting of a needle,
where blood becomes a game
to free the fallen self.

I am the echo of a lost yesterday,
the vanishing breath of today,
the unborn pulse of a tomorrow
that will never arrive.

Death dances
in the final stupor—
a trembling hush
where even memory
refuses to breathe.

Life flickers
in a haze of forgetting,
a kiss blooming
inside oblivion’s dark bloom.

And then—
from this broken script,
a child is born.

She lives the rhythm
of her mother’s pulse:
through the bruises,
through the blurs,
through the silenced claim of death.

She carries the syringe
like an heirloom
and dreams
in the language
of scars.