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.