Sunny

Once the sun sets, I feel miraciously better.

The warm relfection of reds and orange burn the sinful dark and dreadful night from before. When it's bright I feel most safe. Safe from reality, of truth. From the feeders who crave new and youthful essence.

I watch the shadows move behind the Hollywood sign. From my oversized balcony which could be its own section of the tiny junior one bedroom I live in. Except it's all so different from this point of view.

With a touch of the shakes, I stub my cigarette into the overflowing ashtray and notice some of the dried blood smeared between my knees.

No matter how hard I wash, it will never ever go away....