Pretty, white you.

You’re powder in my blood,
pretty, white powder.
But I’m riding you out
like horses,
pretty, white horses.

The shakes. Shhh.
The pretty, white flakes
of you
still falling.
I’m still falling.

“You’re on drugs”
they say.
If only they knew,
All that’s inside me
is pretty, white you.

But all that was pretty,
is pretty no more.
I’ll ride you out, pretty,
undress
and withdraw.

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They cast me up,
A soulless thing
They called me creep
And liar liar

I cut my rings
Of baby hair
To hunt them down
Beware beware

See? They said
There’s nothing there
Your scabby soul
Threadbare, threadbare

And slow it dawned
Like thickest night
That maybe they
Were right right.