fenton-caul

a syringe. the plunger goes down.
the Good feeling goes in.
a smile slowly forms on my face.
it starts to work. 
morphing my reality.
this is the life.
nothing but joy.
no pain.
no past.

she tore me up

your eyes. they meet my gaze
watching me. seeing.
you are there. with me.

your eyes. watch him pass
watching him. seeing.
you were here. with me.

my eyes. watch the wrist.
watching it. seeing.
you aren't here. with me.

the blade. slices the skin.
watching it. seeing.
the blood drains. onto me.