Paul
my first image was that of a skull
black eyes like empty socket
face thin, boney, sunken
this has nothing in common with the boy i left
only a few hours ago
You haven't seen him
[[im so scared im so scared im so scared]]
he won't make it through the night
I'm fighting sleep with cocaine and hot coffee
I'm biting my nails to the blood
waiting for his little heartbeat to quieten
drowing out in her mascara stained sobs
how life can change in the fraction of a second
and all that's left are pain &&
pleading eyes &&
the fear that it can only get worse