Strange clouds

The way she smokes the hemp revolved fuzzy green funny smelling particles of nature. Blessing of a different nature, in fusing with her self being enclosed in her chest the product is grotesque So what's next? Not letting the euphoria. Take over her. As if laying on the lawn watching the clouds sway by Different shapes, sizes unique as every beings imagination. Stretching across the sky like stories passing by. But there she is, begging for a splif, Padlocked to the delusion of what if. No certainty in the whereabouts of next gulp of thc and just as easy...she's hooked Trying to escape, run or hide From the strange clouds Pouring down on her tears Giving the illusion that she's a happy soul Or so told with her sleeves rolled down in the cold Covering up bruises of last nights scolding So the cover up. Inhaling the some of. Her lunch money To clear her mind Escape reality Till she sobers up. Atleast she forgets momentarily... Eventually.