When she shut her eyes, she always saw azure water and mother wearing a polka-dot bikini. Gradually the colors of her memories had faded, but purple bruises and blood stained eyes was still draped with a graceful cover of inexpensive velveteen. The breeze from the sea carried yet only faint smell of decay, but gradually the smell grew stronger. Like rising storm-clouds shadows multiplied and leaning back she felt the sharp edge from the rusty dumpster. Reality returned as childhood memories burned away into drizzling rain. Her return ticket required yet another fix.
Without pride she wore needle-mark insignia of a syringe worship
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May 19, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
This is a sad portrait of an all too common lifestyle.
And another and another, it doesn’t end (easily).
Been there done that with pain killers. Seems there is nothing really wrong with doing it and all good. Only conscience and upbringing can see any sense of stopping.
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yikes, this went very quickly from cute itsy-bitsy teenie-weenie to violence and hurt. and became truthy, a cautionary tale.
So much contained in these lines, such sadness punches with reality.
this is haunting!
felt as if i were gazing into a vintage snapshot of someone else’s life.
superb writing!
stacy lynn mar
http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/
Oh my! This is not what I expected. Strong, raw haibun. I love that form.
Oh, this saddens me. But, unfortunately, I think it rings true.
Disturbing, haunting, deep … and a spectacular write.
The way you can convey so much emotion in such few lines… wow.
Sad to read but alas it is a harsh reality for others ~ Fixed your link over at Real Toads, smiles ~
Heartbreaking. Nothing is emptier or deader than a soul without pride… and, in this case, without hope. 😦
Bjorn, sad and dark today but always well done. —Susan
In the midst of our present heroin epidemic this dispatch from the front is a bracing reminder that unreality sucks a lot more than its paler dayside cousin. Thanks.
I like it when you inject z little reality to our days.
Journey from childhood to adulthood should not be painful but sometimes things are not under our control.
This also reminds me of those who are ‘lambs’ that follow blindly without question the words of those who would only take their freedom for personal greed. Any brimstone and fire preacher that dines on fine meals while his flock eats but bread and butter.
A different sort of worship indeed!
alas yes…
whew – heavy ~