in her room about the doorway peeps
out at her hearing things
she has been this way before hates
how it feels
the paranoia
just there is nothing else
feels the urgency of another day
almost ready to be her angel she thinks
one hit and it all
goes down the way it has before
no relenting the urge she speaks  
to unrequeited loves and more

she sits alone on the floor at two thirty
picking her skin for bugs and the floor for one last hit
sorry for his insistence
I gave her twenty dollars more

it is all I could do