(train)spotting

heroin.

the color of eyes
when you look at me
i’m weak
i’m small
i can still feel
you
inside
of my veins

every look
every touch
feels like a stab
of a knife
you lick my
wounds
you tear them
apart
with your fake nails
i’m bleeding
gold

but they don’t wear
human jewerly

*

old shit recently found and edited.
as i said, he triggers my imagination like firework.