she sits on the corner <br />of the tub <br />with her face in her hands <br />her withered body <br />in tumoil <br />the glass still hot <br />from the flame induced heat <br />the liquid hardens <br />she blows <br />the genie outta the lamp <br />her life stands still <br />her future faded <br />no life for the user <br />no time to greive<br /><br />Phats Love<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/addict-9/
