I had drinks with my skin one night
and we cheered to our scars
to the slices
of flesh
that almost seem to make a meal
how would you like that?
rare
certainly rare
so that I can taste the iron in it
and the future
and old viruses that never became
and all those paper cuts
they made me go ssssssss while I inhaled
and maybe suck a drop or two of red
One drink turned into alcohol poisoning
and my skin
ah, my skin
felt like prunes while it drowned and
sandpaper and and betrayed
betrayed like my flesh
like the iron that could have built statues
betrayed like the future sitting on a rocking chair
almost f
a
l
l
i
n
g apart
betrayed like the viruses that had hoped to find a home on a
floor of some lung
and those paper cuts (betrayed betrayed betrayed)
that wanted to wake me up from my slumber
We ended up in a tomb
my skin and I
(drinking to dust)