5.2.12

am limit

dear diary,
the city will swallow you.

00:00 am
i am stood here, waiting, the cold wet snow melting dripping by the first hit of
skin cold and wet wet and cold, the company of heroin bruised heroines
brawling, crawling ripped off beeds and derranged deeds under the husky
streetlights.
i am stood here, waiting, from inside the club and bursting out of the doors she
comes twirling here comes the wind the wind here she comes now the breezing
wind with eyes like ping pong balls, with eyes her eyes bouncing off the walls her
eyes like plates her eyes like planets her eyes that have always seen too much or
never quite enough never enough never enough her voice the one of a crow a mirror
cracking from side to side and her eyes darting straight through me to the heroines
back and forth through me and the heroines and her pupils the size of the moon and
inside this tiny tormented body an entire solar system, all the world's madness
enclosed, the madness the madness the madness, through every cell
through blood through pores purified spiked up madness madness
madness her voice the one of a crow a mirror cracking
from side to side this is nothing like heroin my pupils the size of ping pong balls
its brushes of madness the cold wet snow through cloth and bone, the whirlwind my
whirlwind with eyes dashing through inner spaces otherworldy places like
satellites tiny satelliets the comforts of madness her comforting madness
her madness her madness her majesty's raving madness and
i am just stood here, forever waiting, amongst
the drugs and the thugs rocking to the the beat of the cold wet pavement.

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