Opiates drip from my skin
In
The
Drop
Off
Zone
My little angel whispers through the tin can
My little cloud above me
In me
The way home is the path that leads away from it
Wipe your head
Move your feet
No thought
No thinking
Let nothing spill out
You are not the child they make you
Let me be that
I look at the wooden gate and mud
It makes my gut flutter
Slippery slip down
From that time
Anywhere but this place
All these moments
Nothing but
A stain on my soul
Let the mayfly rest on the white wall
And the ladybird climb the curtains
You will be home soon
She coos like a pirouette dancing in my head
Wherever you are I will not forget you
The woman is silent stolen resolute
All such a miserable struggle
Walking through the thief’s door
Every step a decision
A small step home
The woman is silently neglected
Wiping off her poison
In
The
Drop
Off
Zone.
