Saturday, March 30, 2013

A Poem That Probably Won't Make Sense Once I'm Sober


that little girl
cowering between my eyes
she's got
naked black and blue skin
and
goosebumps
and
bleeding self-inflicted lacerations
across her back
barely alive
stubborn
holding her breath
for what
fate doesn't exist
but she believes the lies of her eyes
her childish prophesizing
inconvenient
intoxicating
torture.