lily

she sits there only half broken.
talks to her tricks like they owe her something.
and they will.
I feel like i'm back where i was too many months ago, and my old homegirl keeps popping thorazine like pain killers, like maybe it will help her not feel, not see, the absolute utopia inside of insanity, to not really fucking exist but not be dead, to not feel all the pain of this disease, her eyes are sunken soldiers. We made them follow us around the corner, but it was just a sick plot unfolding and we don't feel bad about your loss of blood, our cells are dying.
All three of us woke up wanting a gun for breakfast, and if we did it we'd have to do it in public, like some sick pulblic service announcement, Look at how fucked your world is.