Melissa Rose

Flowers for Cigarettes

The past has got a way of creeping up on you. And that's fine if your past is all dandelions and sunshine, but my life’s been a barefoot race across broken glass and used needles. I’m tellin’ you, just when I thought I’d reached that finish line, it all came crashin’ down on me – Bam! A steel door right in my fucking face. Now, I gotta be dragged back through it all over again. And I mean literally fucking dragged back through all that broken glass and shit. I don’t know. You get into enough fucked up situations, it’s bound to smack you in the ass once you think you’ve buried it deeper than ash and bone.