| In The Rain |
I watch the smoke swirl
through this column of
spotlight, and pray
that today, they will
not ask for any more,
today, they will not
ask for an encore.
I watch her as she
contemplates the milky white...
Seven years against her,
and she's giving up the fight.
She doesn't even try to hide
the empty green bottle
lying at her side.
I trace the faint blue
lines beneath her skin.
and she tells me to go.
I do not belong here,
this has always been her sin,
that much... even I know.
Tomorrow, she says, the beast
will come to take my place.
And you will think of me
until you find another
drug to fill this space. |