The Aborted Foetus

tweaking
weakling
shooting high
rushing through blood veins
piercing a gap
through my skin
pushing down the
plunger
euphoria
flows
into my limbs
catatonic stances
pass
into my limbs
the needle comes out
followed
by a bright red dribble
of drug induced blood
collapsing and falling
onto the floor
passed out
to sleep
forever more

In a sharp twisting action
he tears a large fish hook
from the clay tiled wall
& on returning -
a thick yellow paste
exudes from several holes
& there sitting in the bath
beside him
is a misshapen foetus
bolted upright
the size of a thigh
It resembles a seahorse
with muscly shoulders
it sits there inertly
its eyes covered in a thin
reddish membrane of skin
He waits for it to speak
to explain itself
to pass judgment
It is in this space
this vision
this tolling of truth
that he awakes-
It is a dark summer morning
the rain drumming
in a mesmerising chant
on the steel roof
above him