Detox

Unpunished,

violent shades of deference
ripped your guts of normal pangs,

unsteady, pissed autistic heart
defines sarcasm in the lean and spit.

Left with your cold cigarette
a sparkler's glowing inhibitions
writing frantic light into the night

until
you
feel
nothing.

Some part of you is owned,

outside-in, beauty torn to pieces,
undressing ugliness without shame.

Your need is disgraceful,

dry dreams bring
old friends
breathing hot
fucked up words
in your face.

I hear you whimper,

I think you're screaming.