Nobody, Nothing, Nowhere

He walks down the street at night
takes his hand
missing the pinkie and several more

“Look for truth and there you’ll see
                  the missing half of what you’re meant to be.”

I will never be what I could have been
                  praying to a god who only sees my sins
      she says she loves me      and sticks the needle into my neck

My words pouring out my mouth like black vomit
                              to feed my new obsession

She