LIVE IT UP

 

LIVE IT UP

Live it up, girl—
don’t waste your time.
The sky’s an ocean, white as bone,
and soon that wave will drag you under
like a sandcastle built by a child who believed
in permanence. Every time you close your eyes
the question gnaws: why
does everything keep shining,
stars like needles in the dark,
pricking the soft meat of your brain? She is the picture your heart painted—
thick, wet strokes of blood
beating through the walls of your skull.
Find the words, girl.
Spit them out raw.
Tell her why you need that smile,
that smile that opens you
like a wound that will not clot. The sun claws down
through every cloud you ever left behind.
We’ll leave her in the sand,
half-buried, still grinning. Sweet water, come—
wash that smile off her face,
take the wind for a whore’s ride
through the sick yellow morning light
until you’re sitting on the edge,
legs dangling over nothing,
and you can’t feel it anymore. Live it up, girl—
don’t waste your time.
The sky’s an ocean, white as bone,
and the wave is already hungry. Every time you close your eyes
she is all you find.
We’ll leave her in the sand. Sweet water, wash it clean.
Ride the wind.
Sit on the edge.
Feel nothing.
Feel nothing.