Escape

This poem is about using destructive vices

This is my beautiful escape-

I decorate my veins with needles,

Etch poetry with razors,

An endless maze of emotions,

Dreams that won’t come true,

I morph according to your will,

I’m your lover, your doll

And I continue to use you

(as you use me)

Your secret fantasy,

I devour your center,

Becoming something horrible

Behind this beautiful disguise