She was a high roller, a smart controller, the envy of society. Naomi sealed many
deals bringing business from failure to success. She held posh parties for societies best
and wore only top designers clothes. Naomi bought cars on a whim because she liked
the colour, she lived like a Queen enjoying diamonds and more, owned a chain
of high class boutique stores. There was no end to what she had accumulated, on a
high she loved the reign, but it wasn’t enough for beautiful Naomi, she wanted to
experience a supreme high so she reached out to the fruit of a different kind, the
beginning of a rocky road.
As time passed, Naomi travelled that road of uncertainty, not knowing
where she was coming from nor where she was going . Her goal each day was to
find her fix, to smoke that shit, take that toke, prick that vein, almost going
insane. She battled with inner turmoil most of the time, knowing she was
addicted, ahh she crossed the line. It was her prior belief that she could quit at any
given moment but reality set in and the monkey on her back took away all sense
of decency, now the dope is all Naomi can see.
In the streets of darkness she finds her way, long gruesome nights, never seeing
the light of day. Her body an object, a negotiating tool, used in back alleys by
rapists and fools, she gave of herself many a time, oh Naomi knew she had crossed
the line. Many a nights draped in a stupor, Naomi laid still while others used her.
Her thoughts marred with substance abuse, she was her own worst
enemy. People refer to her as a useless whore,
She walked the streets in great confusion, living in a state of paranoid
delusion. Wavering from side to side, skit-zing, muttering, yelling loud
what are you looking at, what are you looking at bitch. Lips red like fire,
little left to desire, looking for the highest high still. Naomi had no pride.
When her face was in full view, one could see, Naomi was paying her dues.
She crossed the line from the truth of reality to the lies of the despicable, she crossed
the line from the love of good people to the wrath of society’s blue, she crossed
the line from the safety of home to the den of iniquity, she crossed the line from the
truly fine to the trash of society. She crossed the line from the highest hill to
the deepest dark valley. No more fine clothes, no more boutique stores or
properties, Naomi crossed the line to join the dread of society.
In the dead of night a vehicle appeared, the chance she was hoping for, waved
it down, the driver complied, she smiled as she smiled so many times before.
They stopped in a secluded area and naomi performed as best she could, but it
wasn’t enough to the quiet stranger, as he brutalized Naomi’s body pushing her
from his vehicle, kicking her over and over again. Laughing and yelling while Naomi
screamed, he pierced a knife straight through her chest. Naomi’s bloodied body laid
lifeless on the ground.
There’s no happy ending to this story, for the truth is dark as coal. Once there was
a high roller who fell and lost her soul.
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Nov./2009
