Money spent on
drugs, not bills,
Cheeto vomit in the
drive,
purple face,
ambulance keeps him alive.
Swollen feet, heart
is weak.
“Please don't
leave. I'll quit, believe.”
Bruises, broken
promises.
Little eyes witness
it.
Sheriffs, warrants,
pending court.
I don't want to give
up.
He wants to make it
work.
Happily-ever-after
mirage turned nightmare
with man who only
cares
when he's high on
drugs.
But he loves drugs
more,
just like before.
I cannot stay and
fix this mess.
Two others tried,
without success.
It's not about
giving up on him.
It's about my
daughter, and the child within.
I will do what's
best for them.
by: Paula D. Nevison
