The Atrium

Poison

Pale white,

Skinny legs.

A waling skeleton.

Needles hanging

From her skin,

With residues around

her scrawny nose.

A barren womb, just

a hollow cave.

Missing teeth, gums

Like a gutted fish.

Piercings like a rock star,

going along with greasy hair.

Bloody hands,

Poison in the veins

Craters on her face,

Looks as if chipped paint.

Listening to Rolling Stones,

Relaxing with a stranger.

And in the distance, she

Neglects the cries of an infant, who

Only wants a mother, but

she wants another blow.