Requiem for a Dream

Festered tire track
marks burning
rubber veins
liquid plastic
rushing through
tin pipelines

All I want is to stop
all I want is the red dress
the color that a bride’s gown turns
after she has given up all she has
and she gets used to the sound
of her stomach growling
then screaming
then scuttling across the tile floor

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