dead drunk
on the side of the road
having the time of his life
with a ***** bag

a shadow moves in me

it lives in my mind.

it is a
formidable
and
eerie
contender.

scratching my hand
with my other hand.

turning
into
an
inanimate
object.

shot in the head
by a camera
brains
everywhere.

my feet are high heels
my body is a dress
my sexuality
is someone
ill ******.

the beer bottle
falling over
and shattering
before it is reached
is its own
master.

remain
a stench
on the floor
in the morning.

paved hands.

sewage tunnels
cleaning through
the body.

a spirit sways inside.