November 7, 2008

Demigod —kerri

She loses everything

Demigod compeller

She never lets me sit shotgun,

Pretends like I can’t see her fever beating heart heavy

No amount of inpatient, outpatient, group, individual, probation, or drug tests

Can keep her from a life of destruction

She wears chaos in her hair

Bipolar between her teeth

I’m waiting for the day I have to turn my head

As she shoots up with humming bird beak needle

Tapping her vein and pollinate her senses like dandelion cringe

But I am no savior

I want to cut her black wings open

Bury bleeding feathers in my cheeks

But she is the hamster

Going round on her wheel again

Getting the spins

She’ll try to push the top off of her cage

If you don’t close it tight enough

She’ll sleep in her food bowl

Bite you if you startle her

I was always there when she scrubbed her liver clean with alcohol

Instead of peroxide

I was always the one holding her hair back

While she vomited new memories

Into a toilet bowl

That only stared back at her with her own reflection

Passed out drunk

I was always the one making excuses to the party

To her parents

To myself

I’ve offended her

Defended her

Just to watch her descend to a new level of pathetic

Always one cigarette puff away from an O-ringed miracle

But for now, the lights are out in her closet of wishes

Locked in

She swallowed the key of hope

Can’t gulp it down as it cuts into her throat

Drank a whole bottle of Jack Daniel’s to wash it down

The strip club was closed

She didn’t want to sleep alone

Wanted to find drugs to sustain her buzz

Tries to fight me when we’re both drunk

I told her to choose cocaine or me

She told me to get the fuck out of the car

They strapped her to the hospital bed that night,

My best friend.

Fist fighting cops with empty clenched hands

Nothing but prayers from her parents

Wishing her fists would bud flowers like lotus

What you need to understand is that

Missy doesn’t take shit from anyone

She is the queen of persuasion

Can convince your wallet out of your pocket

Would be a lawyer if it didn’t take so much damn effort

Looks for love in all the wrong places

From random strangers

Because she hates herself

And looks for affection from everybody else

Obsessed with measuring her body in caterpillar inches

Hates the way she looks in jeans

Yet slips on a mini skirt

Cause to her,

We are only sequenced Christmas lights

Strung and lit to be seen only on holidays

To the public

But the inside houses a naked evergreen

With the star of Bethlehem sitting crooked at the top

She keeps burning torches and lightening bugs

Fireflies and hollow pumpkins

No matter her shoebox nightlight

She could never find her way home without me

Our beached dreams

Cinder floating in the foam

Burying the whale road to take her home

She can dead body float in the Red Sea of hope

Or sink to her grave in the Atlantic maze

I would set the ocean on fire if I thought it would save her

We need flashlight fingers to see at these depths

Cause you reached rock bottom a long time ago

I’ve been scratching glow in the dark wishes

On the breadcrumbs of your life path

For you to find your way back to me

But all I feel is your pulse in your kneecaps and elbowcaps

Beating heavy into the ground of hearts

After all this

I don’t think you’ll die young

But you just may be the reason why I might