1377

no money

on the nightstand

I did drugs

I slept under a tin hat

cymbal

why don’t you

give credit

for your wounds

you weren’t hungry enough

even with your ribs

cutting out

running away

you still had a full belly

ah

that was the plan

in Grecian marble

black blindfolds

to kill yourself

slowly enough

you didn’t notice

the paint chipping

I could have

told -

nothing

wind me up

just you and me

all I ever said

but no one here