Once lively,
she now stands.
Arms hanging limply to her sides,
like a body from the rafter of a galley.

Over across the pea green soup,
she sways in the wind.
Dancing blindly,
to the tunes in her head,
only she can hear.

Low hums,
reverberating from her throat.
Eyes listless,
rolled back to the whites exposed.

Puppet on Marionette strings,
not controlled by her.
Arms riddled with contusions,
holes from self-indulged punctures.

The horse powered engines,
rev up continually.
As the fuel burns from within her.
Burning away, into nothing.
Begging to be lit.

To be without,
painful inside.
Forcing the elixir into her veins,
to dance her naked dance,
yet again.

09/20/2001

Posted on 09/20/2001
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