Yeah, last night was pretty rough.
This morning was too.
Shaved my head, spit out more blood
The consistency of warm butter
taste of copper and snort.
I made a wish of the lowly lonely as I watched the clotted lung cream spin down the tube.
Quick merciless maurading love.
Something unfamiliar, episodic rather than constant.
Someone I could afford to miss.
Someone I would want to forget.
Someone I could get drunk over
and not have her find out.
Someone with the fortitude for forgiveness
a pentient for penitence and a pension bigger than a dime purse.
Someone six stories low
with no history of violence, no disasters or tragedies
still being an ace, still a beautiful unique fucking butterfly like the rest of us.
Someone trying their fucking hardest at not trying
just reflected in a shattered mirror.
It's not such a crazy idea really...
a shard of glass
a silver lining
must have a thousand and one uses