Bereft  

The color drunk mind that was your addiction,
held to your chest like broken flowers, spilling poison from
their petals as your eyes drink from the sun smashing down
on them without feeling.  Life gorged into black indifference
until the next smile cracked your face, like an unzipped mask
through which words spill like water and peel away dignity until
nothing is left but shadow and muscle.  Buttoned through with
silent curses from sane days past, she lies slowly and unfeeling-
shadow and muscle.

© 2006 Ryan Baier