The Disorder

The Disorder

She slouched against the smoke stained wall
Her skeleton hands trembling
She sighed heavily with effort
Then emptied another stiff drink

This was not the place to mention
But she revealed her affliction
Then shooed away further questions
Acting startled and offended

A part of me is familiar
With the self-loathing and sickness
And resolving to self-destruct
But to do so very slowly

Then life forced a revelation
And I resolved to keep living
Or at least to keep on trying
A death’s not worth its weight in grief

I want to shake this thing from her
Reorganize her scrambled mind
But I have stepped in far too late
To prevent the repercussions

She dangles her mortality
In faces of those surrounding
Watching us plead desperately
As she kills something worth saving