Watching Mummy

• Shantelle Burns, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2016

I saw her do it again today, she stuck the needle in her arm,
She didn’t care that I was there. She just looked up and smiled.
It quickly entered her bloodstream, causing her moods to change.
I am dead to her for another hour until the thrill runs out.
Now I wait quiet as a mouse,
Waiting for her flare to burn out.