Awake from the same dream

You told me about

The one where you die

At Calin Market.

 

You drip lipstick on your skeleton

And we embrace

Under a garden of stars

Where the wolves wait

For me to leave

Then rip you to pieces.

 

Why do you blame me

For loss of flesh?

If not for the price

Of Asian matchboxes

I'd be eaten too.

 

Awake from that dream

Again and I'm not there

To blame.

Who do you see now

In the faces of wolves

Consuming you

As you sleep?