Cars

I used to be a good child.

I used to do my chores and visit family.

I used to put on my best face for those who loved me.

I used to feel safe.....

Now there is a knife sticking out of my back.

I fear for my future and embrace the present.

I prefer living through other means:

Being breathless in a warm bed

Needles pushing ink below my skin

Trips that separate me from reality

The bottoms of bottles

Hazy smoke and ephemeral highs.

I've been broke for weeks,

I don't really give a shit.

Now I'm sitting in strange cars

Selling memories of exes.

-Auva