It makes a damn


The most untamed beast

Of a brain you’ve

Ever seen


It’s hands that no longer

Plant flowers

And the impulse-bought

TV thats way too big

For your living room


It’s finding something

That makes you smile once

And latching onto it

In the most sickening, morbid

Kind of way


It’s drinking something you hate

Until you love it,

And smoking so much

Your left arm looks like

It doesn’t fit on your body


It’s dark and wet

It seeps onto the ground

Just enough to make your shoes stick

And once you shake them loose—


It tracks everywhere.