I want to capture
all this blood-sludge-drainage
dripping drops down my femur.
I put down the ******* to look for the creamer.
She's lost, they say. She's a dreamer
stuck in a dream catcher
fetch her a blade quickly. Come
over to see her last breath.
I want to capture it all
in words
lines on paper
drape the world with it,
so everyone will be lost
and no one will be lost
and I won't be lost.