The sun is long set
Giving her blood time to thicken
And heart time to race
A thin veil of violence clung to the floor
As she clung to herself and rocked
The insanity of no sleep drove deeper and deeper
Into pores of sweaty skin
Like the leftover slime raw chicken leaves on a cutting board
And the black slush that piles on the street after the sky lets loose and cries
Like wounds festering on the big screen
And smoking cigarettes in bed