pappy with the khaki sweatband, deals death, seals death in tiny bags. orange hammer heroin.... she just shrugged and went in the gallery for shooting no art. the former teen beauty queen, now 32, silently screams she's a part of the junkie scene. the former teen beauty queen injects. the former teen beauty queen injects, then collects her works in between involutary body jerks. senses tangled, thoughts mangled blue umbrellas keep her off of the ground. head first in heroin dreams, her schemes spin and flow in silver dust. this rags and skull girlfriend muted, in screaming daylight waterfalls of sweat drench her pocket mirror. her present is dark, and the future looks no clearer. dust collects under the chairs, under her eyes, in her nose. a bitter pill to swallow. pakistan heroin crushing her will. she stands on a old mattress, dead flies and newspaper, holding a rosary Momma gave her. the higher the highs, the lower the lows now she knows... the former teen beauty queen spreads her wings, the former teen beauty queen spreads her wings. jumps thru the window, a fast descent ....from the 15th floor.