a lot of life
on you. Days that should have
been uplifting/spent drifting. Nights
I should have been sleeping

spent weeping. Winters I should
have run spent cloaked as
a nun. June's I should have
bloomed spent locked up

in my room. Years only shrink
as I drown in my drink. I wasted
my youth stuck to you as a rickety
tooth. I couldn't bite down on

on a thing. I lost my spring. My colors
bled out, crimson and gold like
the leaves in autumn.  Suspended as
a *******, I swing in the air as a tuft of hair.