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i want to
fade in the
starlight
become a
whisper in
the trees
the faded stain
of blood
on a carpet
a sigh from
the chapped
lips of a lover

i sit sphinx-like
mouth set
in a tight line
the needle
and thread in
my hands
weaving in and
out
in and out
by its own
accord (it seems)
sewing myself
together in stitches
of the purest black
like fresh tar
weeping from
my skin in
straight lines
i open my mouth
to scream
nothing comes
i am alone

little pinpricks
set in my skin
(as if they
belong there)
blood filled
syringe on
the bedspread
tiny dots of
crimson on
its expanse of
white
second syringe
full of poison
(or is it really)
ecstasy
(but not between
my legs)
in liquid form
take out
and put in
jab in too
eagerly
the needle breaks
off
i open my mouth
to scream
nothing comes
i am alone

a puff of smoke
escapes my lips
menthol
lighter alight
in quivering hands
transfixed by
the jittering light
orange glow
at the tip
of my cigarette
perhaps i should
turn it around
and sear my
poison tongue
carefully remove
my light from my
mouth
(ragged caw of
a cough sputtering)
grin yellow
and tenderly
blacken my skin
with the glowing
tip
i open my mouth
to scream
nothing comes
i am alone

i am alone
a whisper of
flesh