Aroom Full

shutting the door, thanking the dude this fix. i shake, the robe falls aside, exposing tight shriveled breasts once full of life. there are no veins left, tried every where, arms, legs, neck, even my eye lids. the spoon looses half the water, the bi lighter fires the coal my clay. thinking about it loosen my very bowels. the diabetic syringe, plungers back bring into the warm tube of night. i pull the pinks apart, to flip a lip out, exposed to the grey dirty light. the cavalries tighten, flushed life, passed before me.