Rock
this is the weight of the Hi-Point
needle filled her ear
can’t be empty
hoarded crumbs
as many as she could
need a lock pick
this is count it again
sold to whoever
she had to
dog food
fish scale
and fentanyl
this is hunger
no quiet
cursed blood
gotta be
intrusive
nightmare logic
this is her
ripping paper out of hiding places
next chapter
time to go
her new litany
launching forward
this is it
fuck falling
no hole can take her wings
a flood of ash and mud
buried part of her
she’ll still fly