batsose

Empty syringe
Hope's bastion
preparing for a siege.
armory of hearts
looted, waiting to attack
the barriers of loneliness

She sits in her empty apartment
staring at walls without space
desperate to remain alone
frighten by the capacity
of her own desires
a bad history lay waste
in the fog of her mind's history

A promise of intimacy
the fallacy of heroin's name
not really saving but prompting
a longer bout of empty wandering
that drive the will toward further destruction

A man waits behind bars
his intention never fully revealed
but she is in love with potential
not with reality, something
contents of a syringe
continue to evade
from her consciousness