and she stays bloodshot beautiful:
while the plane ride passes her by
she's sleeping like a six month year old,
drool running down parted lips.
and she stays childishly colorful:
while the taxi stops short and
she's jerking awake like a nightmare,
hands grabbing for a knife that's invisible.
and she stays lethargically lovely:
a tension in her bones that threatens
to snap but evaporates with alcohol
and a hit of smoke.
and don't cry if she's doesn't find
her way through the alleys
she's a bloodshot drunk and it
shows in the open red veins
that splinter under frail skin.
her steps are small and crooked
like that of a child
the one inside her stomach:
a precipice of older now
she might stay beautiful but
her fingernails are broken with pain
he pounded so hard on the door;
but she was long gone
it's only a hundred feet down to
jumpjumpjump whispers the empty air
open eyes are bloodshot beautiful,
snapped bones are lethargically lovely,
and the splattered blood is