Undone

I start to come undone, middle of the night, zooted; stuck overthinking. I hear some sort of creature outside. She licks her wounds and shines a flashlight. The beam counteracts on every tree outside the air is pure, and life is free. She is still poking a needle into that sunken vein. A single tear falls from her pretty face. Save a moment for sex, 50 dollars and a decent crack rock. Dismiss fears and raises the padlock, she wins, place, or shows. Now, all the little gods know, clean your palette stop jabbing into a collapsed vein. 30 ccs of that dirty brown watercolor. The only fleshy color is your nipples, kiss them, and I'll face my fears. "Hello," she says a loud, naked we sit, we play with open hands.