Diana Peach sure picked a doozy of an image for us to work with for our photo challenge this week. I thought long and hard.
I kept zeroing in on the poppy and the snake. There was a story there, and I had to tell it. I imagined a woman in the late 1800s abused by men and looking for a refuge.
I reclined on the dirty sofa propped up by greasy pillows. I didn’t care. My entire reason for living existed in this room. I was ready to retreat to a place where nobody could hurt me again.
I held the long-handled pipe over the oil lamp, waiting for the heat to release the vapors. I breathed in and disappeared into the verdant mist.
hedonic songs taunt
while green sylphs dance in my head
opium dreams plague
my dear snake familiars
gift a comatose release
©2019 Colleen M. Chesebro
Read more about the opium dens in American history HERE.
I’m ready for Trick or Treat! Are you?