cocaine

 

 

id wrap your intestines around the cylinder of my throat

satisfied because no matter how crude the world saw them;

it was still a part of you

 

the feeling of losing your soul to a single gram

a single rock

the indecency of tasting colors

 

the feeling of the grip you hold;

letting go

it is slipping away

your grasp is not the only thing that is becoming weak

it's gone

 

you are sad

the nerve system of your 5 foot composure is shutting down

 

the dust on your bare stomach covers every inch of skin

every inch of a line

 

let him touch you

only for a moment, mary

 

you are a china doll

waddling in the filth of your own self loathing

bathed in the stitching of silk

 

the silk was made for you, mary

everything was made for you, mary

Reviews

[soliloquy]

ok. I don't get it. I read it 3 times and am very curious....

[movosi]

mary was a girl, cocaine was symbolic to her pain.
she had a lot of problems within herself, although on the outside she had everything.

[soliloquy]

Oh wow.....sorry. Now i get it.