Look what you’ve done to me
Glittery blood under my eyes
You ignored my desperate pleas
You hastened my demise
Why have you done this to me?
I’m now dead to the world
You tossed me in black seas
I drift in the netherworld
Deep in the woods at night
I came upon an awful sight
a corpse, ashen and stiff
it was quite a terrible fright
The body was by the cliff
and suddenly it did shift
I screamed, ran like hell
my legs moved very swift
The woman asks me for ten dollars – she demands it
I’m reluctant, standing in a pock-marked city,
but feeling pity for her, as she frantically talks
her eyes yellow like harvest moons
her voice shrieks like an urban banshee –
the realities of poverty and addiction,
the rich getting fatter off broken backs.
I reach into my wallet, hand her a ten-dollar bill
she hugs me + hurries away, vanishing into the night,
and as I walk home, I wonder if I’ll ever need to
ask for my ten dollars back
(Photo by Vitaly Taranov on Unsplash)
