Haunting me like sunsets

by Ralkkai

of one’s mind
so sweetly deafening
to drive a man
from the fuck pump
of paralysis.
“Leave me in
this open gash
state of solitude,”
she said.
A beatnik
now probably dead
from overdose
at 2:37 in the morning.
Left with love
stained on her eyes
and streaking down her cheeks
into puddles of nothing
on her pillow.
Pump it
like that-
into the vein
and fill that void
with sinuet fantasies
and leave the starving
to hunger
for something
besides, wasted, rotting flesh.