I walk home
A few hours after
I don’t know how but I must
It is in my shoe tucked under my socks
The ones with rainbows and stripes
They were shoved in the green bag with everything else
Except care
I try to get in the door but the lock is kicked
Speedy guy said
We have to keep the riff raff out
We are the riff raff I thought
Two years
Two jumps
Lots of powder
The police come more than the riff raff.
They stop me once at 1am
Then I go
Get in the bath
Pull the needle out
The blood flow warms the water
No stopping it with finger or thumb
I walk hop walk hop to the box of plasters
(there was a sticky snail this morning)
Of course nobody believes
The little purple holes in my arms
The drool on my hair
Just a push and a shove
You are nothing but shit a fucking stupid sack of shit
I ran no I ran
The dark didn’t scare
The man in the alley didn’t scare me
He called me love and asked if I was ok
Billy the Liar. Dead eyed Chrissy.
They know wild
They feel it
They are not fools who hold me down hold me back
They offer me a hand so I no longer have to fear it
The fury inside.
