DRUGS Poem: Schedule 1 by Celine-Jada B

i’m high as fuck right now
eyes shot straight red
i’m piped up off adrenaline
from the words that are brewing inside me
from the hurt that’s been stuck to my hip
beside me

my heart’s racing
at the thought
of what my mind thinks next

i can’t keep up
my skin’s itching
feigning for my next fix
nervous system’s deteriorating
body longs to fold

blowing my brains out
on these pages
ain’t on the schedule
but man let me tell you
it doesn’t compare
to what they dropped in the hood

its got me in a chokehold
i’m never giving it up
this high

these creations
no intervention

THIS

my liquor
fentanyl
crack
and meth
misunderstood