Inspiration Without Getting High

Eyes of Brushed finish.
Souls that have given up on something-
Hope, love, a future worthy of something.
I'm not sure,
But I think I can read it
In the windows to their souls
And it makes my heart ache
Even for the evil girls that were so beautiful,
And yet,
So jealous of me.
The cat
Even had a glazed glare,
Staring at an empty food bowl.
Skinny little thing
With clumps of fur gathered
On its anorexic body.
At the first sign of love
It purred,
Then became angry,
Hissed,
Scratched,
And ran away
To stare at its empty food bowl.