money equals debt
you avoid meeting my harsh
words. skin graffiti
encrusted you, signatures
endorsed you and I
banked your shy pulsings
under a thin scrim
tap tap needles - you're inked by
time and I'm your tic,
moving nerves, muscles under
yielding skin that no
blood can flush. your blue-veined wrists
open, my doll of dolls,
wink open-eyed. night sweats
leave you broken like
bread, sheened skin brushed with shellac
except for your feet,
lacklustrous, chilled blood. and I
let drop a pill, to
yellow your tongue, drag you down
Acknowledgement: Mocha Memoirs
