she had dynamite in her veins

also cheap wine

popped pills

and magic.   she craved the sun

she resented the rain.

sadness lived in her eyes

hope visited her heart.

thoughts started at the end

and the middle.

she never trusted the start

they had a way with never sticking.

conversations in her head lasted longer than in person

the dialogue always constant



they followed her into her dreams

covered with warmth

armed with the pills

the magic pills.

the wine carried them fine

to her fingers

to her toes

the fuse started at the beginning

her thought followed suit


the explosion came

the magic in her veins

she thanked the sun

the stars

the rain.

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