her breath
was lost in the
beauty
of woodwork
that housed
the contents of
her previous
heart
every beat was
a gasp for
the air she so solemnly
beckoned
a taste of its
pressure before all
that broke
her
well, the ****** thing
was locked shut
in a former haze of
lunacy
& she'd taken full
advantage
of lush-ridden amnesia
to summon the
combination
cirrhosis sounded like
a fantasy ride
compared
to a resurrection of
the past year
& she can't open
the safe
she cannot open
what was
safe
but she's grown enough
to cling onto
courage
like it's her last
cigarette
& she doesn't even
smoke
"cryin' won't help you
prayin' won't do you no good
when the levee breaks..."