Author: Lindsay Dianne

I’m standing on the corner of Helmcken in the neon glow of Granville Street, looking to trade $100 of my birthday money for a fix. Out of respect for my family, I’ve taken the last two weeks of December off from getting high; after all, it was Christmas and I’m nothing if not thoughtful. The…

Wicked hands move with delight Swiftly and with ease I know it’s best that I don’t fight I drop down to my knees.  He spins me like a carousel Colours flying ‘round A sudden impact to my skull Vermillion on the ground  I don’t sob or move from here Spitting, he stomps away If I could somehow disappear I know I’d be okay  Shaking…