Getting sleep at night erases Bags that drip over the cliff of Your cheekbones that twisted tour smile psychoactive.
The tissue that lies beneath your skin soaks sedatives That meditate to the ecstasy seeping Secrets to our family You missed Thanksgiving dinner last year.
Now I'm sitting in front of you staring At your veins blue with blood now flushed with heroine
The holes on your shirt matched the ones between the crevice of your arms.