Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Percocet Baby

A mouthful of pearly white pills smile back at me. The flow moves down warm ateries, up icy veins. She powders her nose with Bolivian snow. A greyed, opaque circus swirls behind brown eyes, glazed and swimming. Novacaine lines the wan cheeks, colors run south to hide. Chests rise to in the sweet air, lungs release exhaust, industrial factories burning deep in a knotted stomach. Vessels bulge desperately. High ways rise and fall, spreading to tips, filling crystallized finger and toenails. Time slows, gravity pulls. Chairs come out to play, dreaming of being baseball mits, catching numb jumpers, fallers. A orange mold of her body, slowly fills the prescription transparent skin unable to hide the truth.

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