Five shots for seven days
I feel lost
at heavens gate.
I could do so much
if I only put it down,
and walked away. 

I was a weed girlie. 
She was a speed girlie.
long enough
that her heart beat
irregular. Still the same
text alert for her.

Will I be her
for you,
If I speed up and
slip away,
I hope there’s 
another fish.