Trapped in a thoughtless night, I drag my body ablaze through empty streets and alleys past packed bars and clubs. Window shopping for a good time in the 21st century. The streets may have been paved with gold but they're littered with used condoms and empty beer bottles like bread crumbs to foreign beds in apartments rented by people with no names.
Fingernails diggining into the cracks in the sidewalk, pulling yourself up a drunken cliff wall.
Or staring into a mirror made of polished steel and bolted to the concrete, going over every event leading up to being in this bathroom with the shower on hot hot hot and a towel shoved into the gaps of the door. Breathe your life away into the hospital ventilation system like it's your last breath. A final word is never screamed but always mumbled or choked on. Let me out.
