Morning

awake-
shiver, sweat, ache
shake it off and
quit the fucking crying!
can't or won't?
want or need?
spirit or mind?
you know the mind always wins...

off to the jungle where
lilies drip blood, dark like tar
oozing into your coniousness
like a croc in
the river flows toward the heart, bulging with disease: lonely
aching for the sweetest perfection,
the elixir so warm and fuzzy
that you might miss the jaws
tearing at your jugular...

will you run when the reality hits,
when you realize the monkey on your back
is now a fucking gorilla?
will it even faze you, my precious jungle queen?

still think you're running it, little girl??
no, no, no-
this time its running you.