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Shadows ink the ceiling.

Tortured with memories.

Hidden needles pierce her.

Your skin a vein of drugs.

Drugs dreaming, this picture.

A memory of ashes, this silence – is alone.

Her eyes forever shut.

Every pore – is bleeding.

She calls out, 'to you'.

(A ghost)... (A ghost).

Your dreams, your skin a vein of drugs.

The dark burns, I walk in the shadow of your sleep.

The dark wounds...

Falling injections, she's offering her arms.

Drink empty.

Gorged on broken wrists, wine, the dirt of tongues.