Pensioner

The past was never far enough
They visited with lies
It was all they had
The drugs had sharpened the desperation
She shook
The locksmith needed fifty dollars
Locked out
I was supposed to pay

Visitors from the past
Pensioners were the prey
She shook
Her hair red
Her skin red marks
I was supposed to accept
The drugs were all she had
Her carer nervous
Caring for drugs

It all happened a long time ago
The drugs made money
The drugs cost money
I was supposed to be gentle
And understand
I was now the victim
Lied to for drugs I paid
I paid the money for a hit
I just a pensioner taken for a ride

The hit made her less desperate
For a moment it was ok
All the lies made good
Everything came together for a moment
A moment was all she had
Made good
She could have died
And died happy too.