neon hell lights

I’m bleeding erratically
inhaling flecks of neon
chipped nail polish
watching clouds blot out the stars

The air smells like potential
and rain

I smell like soap
and blood and desperation

Midnight can’t stand up
in the morning light
and I sleep only to dream
of better days than these
that are black with boredom
and a restlessness
that sets my legs to pacing
and my mind to wandering
strange and lonely places

You can’t tell by the colour
that my veins are alive with pain
my soul congealing
bright starbursts on my invisible skin

Hell has a neon sign that looks like
nail polish on over-bitten bones
and tastes like blood and medication

© Indie Adams 2014