Caffeine and Gasoline
Sick heart, dripping with gasoline,
fueled by the cigarettes thrown like darts
the whip’s bullseye that tore her apart,
innocent and caged, helpless to cleanse itself,
gives in to the rage,
desperate heart, ashamed, and open to the pain
ring of fire, caffeinated with hope
the fear of divorcing the microscope
the false sense of affection
and attention, sin or virtue
abused heart that copes with the common flu
too hooked on being special
naïve heart inept at being spatial
the bigger picture, loss of self, to her is simply meaningless
already silked by spiders emanating opalescence
but any sort of touch is more than what she ever had
orphan, when did child abuse become the newest fad?
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