The walls were smeared with shit
The baby was gray and stiff
Its eyes were open
It crawled on the ceiling
She stole her mother's television
She could hardly walk
Her boyfriend should've known what makes her relapse
Her mother was suicidal, and her father was in a panic
She threw up on her boyfriend
This is the third time this week
The heroin addict was born with a switch in her brain
She blackmailed her father for money
The sharp agony of withdrawal had evaded her again
Soothing music
Tomato soup, ten tins of
Mushroom soup, eight tins of, for consumption cold
Ice cream, vanilla, one large tub of
Magnesia, milk of, one bottle
Paracetamol, mouthwash, vitamins
Mineral water, Lucozade, pornography
One mattress
One bucket for urine, one for feces, and one for vomitus
One television and one bottle of Valium
She's in her own little world