Jenny shoots up
Prattled by pain, a mosaic of
malaise and madness wraps round
her tainted extremities.
Slipped disc, esotropia, spondylitis
and some terse terminology to
define the new lingo she’s learning.
Back pain that’s plaguing, spine
dislocating, not to mention the old
stuff that stings, like her birth mother’s
choice of booze over family.
In the dark clouded silence
Jenny shoots up, where no one
can find her.
©2021 Emalisa Rose All rights reserved.
When not writing poetry, Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting and birding. She volunteers in animal rescue. Living by the beach provides much of the inspiration for her art. Her work has appeared in Mad Swirl, The Rye Whiskey Review, Spillwords, and other spirited places. Her latest collection is On the whims of the crosscurrents, published by Red Wolf Editions.