She wakes with a new taste in her mouth,

decay,

a type of metallica

fillings falling out,

or setting herself in a mercury bath.
A vibration peddles nerves

gives electronica edges,

loss & disturb

bones point in different directions.

Today would be a day of abuse.
She showers and her colours run into themselves

bleedings on the wellness of skin.

Head talk works in all her wrecking voices

yet the white sands, green waters

rubbed by the pencil of greige mists

shut it all up.
She swallows each good thing as pills

uses her tongue to sever the others.