dance pop rolled from the cheap knock off stereo...the window cracked just a slash
the black moisture and heat oozed in across the humid mattress..all over the walls
were the posters...writings...crevice and cracks from thrown knives and the aluminum
bat...say anger wasnt an issue...waking up was...

a nicotine yellow fans spun out air...dirty underwear...patchoulli and all the
stolen perfume bottles..heaped up on the bureau...the candles melted down the
sides...the expensive purple..like the lipstick on her full lips inherited from
her Chek grandmother...her square jaw hardened from chewing the wads of gum....
keep her mouth fresh from the pyschotropic downers....from all the work to supply
the influx of the smooth purity she cooked and slipped into the thin arms...the
blue butterfly linger of veins still holding up like winter rains....she was quick
could smack it up in no time...smart...shared with no one..."selfish pig" they
screamed at her and she stepped fast for five foot nothing and jammed her elbow
against the rib of the fattest bitch..felt something spring....She had the seer
eyes...the grey ordox depth and the pupils were wide...you could see the terrible
end of your short future down them. no one bothered her after that...they hissed
like geese and she would tilt her head and smile....showing the one crooked tooth..
and for back up she began to carry that stupid son of a bitches heavy ass iron..
she was smoking and examining it..pointing it at the eyes of her posters....her
naked breasts resting its cold metal between her breasts like a lizard....from a
magazine she practised a sniper pose..."this is some motherfucking yoga" but she
cared less to know anything about these machines...never pulled the trigger...like
some doors she could pick...she could touch them knowing..Do not enter...the old
craft passed down from centuries in the blood....in the half collapsed disco ball
lounging in the corner her reflection twitched back...she found it calming...dragging
it home one night after a run under her arm...if needed it had enough mass to maybe
bust out a bottom window...but she loved it...there were so few things to love.....
but she loved this....her lipgloss was smeared on the tiny visions of herself
tiny portions..tiny kisses..tiny love..acceptable does she would hum.....put on the
nurses hat she stole from an overdose visit to the hospital.....she wasnt tripping
today....she had all that base covered....He wasnt going to court for another three
weeks....rent could be paid for with service work.....everyone wanted to save the
damned...she was going to dream...seek a vision...draw up a plan..