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
within these scorched walls,
I see them clasp a star
and bleed on the spikes.<