Living- or more like dying- in the space between
nightmare and dream;
Constantly smack dab in the middle
of a hangover and complete
intoxication.
This situation is becoming
unbearable by degrees
which are increasing
With seemingly no hesitation or sympathy for the situation.
There is an electric appliance plugged in the wall
next to the bathtub just waiting to fall;
There is a string dangling from the center of her
ceiling; there is a chair sitting beneath, awaiting
feet to touch (then forever leave) its seat.
You feel a shiver rushing between your teeth
like a river; your liver aches as you break
off a piece, melt it in the middle of metal,
then suck it up with a syringe
You stab the needle smack dab
into your vein; such pleasure
after such strange pain-
A dab of smack; now all you see is black;
the ache in your back has dissolved
along with the alcohol
Used to clean the skin-
just a pin prick
Then everything is nothing
and nothing is relevant
yet all is precious.
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