She wakes up after drinking
glassy eyes rolling like marbles
rattling against her aluminum skull.
Last night’s poison congeals in her blood
leaving her fevered and sick.
Her mind is overcrowded with
the throttle of spray paint canisters
and the incessant buzz of fluorescent lights
tunneling deeper and deeper into her temple.

She wakes up to new hurts
ferociously spattered across paper tissue.
Bruises kiss her knuckles, her knees.
Cuts lace and stitch her arms together.
A cherry burn line stripes her shoulder.
Just vague memories of clumsy rage
and stress relief.

Shaky fingers flutter and brush
the ragged skin she wears
assessing the damage
dressing the damage.

Her black out injuries are mementos.