Held together under control.

V

I sit in my bedroom window, staring at my wall; cluttered full of posters. Posters of bands, brands, gigs, hemp and movies.
The window is wide open and a breezy draft enters my room with care.

Inhale...

I breathe in the bittersweet taste of Maryjane in through my lungs.

Exhale...

I release. Letting go of the smoke I once held in my fragile lungs like a bird clutched in the palms of my hands. I swallow. Tasting that glorious taste once more.
The aroma vacates my room as the breeze comes in and back out.
In the background, a slow, soothing symphony is ringing behind my ears. I know that tune from a mile away...

A terrible mistake was made...
The weight could break the backs of ten strong horses, tried to save the castle in the fray.
If you knew; that I could take the pain inflicted at the battle.
With faithful arrows you might get back on the saddle...

Special Death...Mirah. Oh, Miss. Mirah...

Miss Mirah, for miss Peach?

Leave me alone, Twitch.

Saddening...

I raise my head back and exhale another draw from my joint, letting it linger just in front of my nose before puffing it out.

A knock.

Knock, knock

Who's there?

Daddy...

Daddy who?

Daddy doesn't love you, my dear.

I beg to differ...

Then beg...

I twitched.

Twitch

I threw my butt out the window and left it open as I told whoever it was to come in.

"Heya, Peach."

I smiled. Genuinely.

D-d-Daaaaaddddyyyy.

He mocked my pain.

"Hey, Dad."

"What did I say about smoking in the house?" Damn.

"Not to?"

"Mmhm, and yet here you are...getting high in your bedroom?"

I turned away in shame.

"Sorry, Daddy."

"Just don't do it again," pause, "Hey, why don't we go do something."

"Like what?" I smiled.

He wants it.

I nearly puked.

"Come down to the studio, I want to show you something."

He beckoned me to follow....so follow, I shall.