She walks up to me
Black hooded and
5 foot nothing.
Long strands of black hair
Swallowing her face
As if to protect her.
Eyes thick and dark like
She has been hiding for
The eternity of her short life.
“I need to show you something,” she whimpered
“I need you to understand something”
She takes me up to her
3rd floor
apartment.
The outside lobby smells
Of cats and weed
smoke lingered.
The apartment walls lined
With sayings of self hate
And distant flickers of happiness.
We drink our coffee
As she injects ketamine
Into her arm.
“Does this bother you?”
I shake my head no.
Tears fall down her face.
She lies on her bed
Tells me stories of her life.
Broken down memories
Never good enough for anything.
Only bits of laughter
As she falls into
A ketamine induced haze.
Eyes rolling back
Snot dripping onto sheets.
We take a break
Drinking our coffee and ketamine.
