They created illusion for themselves
Living out their fake lives
Even as the noose tightened
With each passing day
He, in his fast car
And skimmed funds
He ran from the drug Lords
They are fast on his tail.
She lived hers in the bottle of illusion
Where all was illuminated through her languid gaze
Fake, starry aura induced
From needle pricks
Through her veins
Until the glass fell
And shattered in the cold silence.
Fake, The Daily Post Prompt
A fascination of the Stars it held,
Purported to pleasure he heard,
Hope he keeps away from the Meth.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
PLEASE NOTE! ‘The usage of crystal methamphetamine is dangerous.’
This is my first time participating in ‘Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge‘ with the prompt words, ‘crystal’ and ‘hope.’