notes pearls of paper veined with ink & a kind of determined desperation. the chaff of two lost souls-feeling each other up. these jewels that smell of tears and heartbreak grace my hand with their acid heartburn. I palm them, dealing a different kind of narcotic. we're all junkies for red attention some just need fixes now. my hand swings as a tethered pendulum back between red and blue black and pink boiling ice. within these scorched walls, I see them clasp a star and bleed on the spikes.<