Don't Need The Doll

heroin-blood takes it's course
feel it burn through me
glides through so easily
no resistance, no regret
thick as sin, pulls me in
sick as shit, makes me spit

latex sheets, and my heart beats
feel me burn, feel my fire
death is all metaphors
shape in one history
the child that is shooting up

we don't cross that bridge
when we get there, we burn it instead
see the people's pasty faces
plastic features melting
red, white, and blue
hey, me, i'm just like you
marionette dances with a silhouette

raggedy anne and her man,
are just ashes in my fire
all thats left is yarn for faces
in scarred and sacred places...

--Cindy--