Meth - Martin Hall

Wide eyes, swollen lips

She examines herself like she’s about to fade

Into air

Into all she disbelieves

Skin engraved with burns

Like a jaded belief about to disappear

There’s no need

To enact this line of ways

Trace the fading needs

The ebbing desirability

You’re turning away

Still hiding your face

Don’t you know your name?

Through all of these years it stayed the same

It’s always been you

I just couldn’t choose

Lines

She wets her lips

Leaning back with her arms wrapped around her knees

To adjust

To recalibrate the need

Words in pantomime

Eyes like shimmering marble

Pressure veiled by grace

Once again

Seems to settle for reserves

Don’t you feel the weight?

The slight hesitation, the delay

Aesthetic beliefs

Won’t cover this need

Don’t you know your name?

Through all of these years it stayed the same

Whatever I do

It’s always been you

Try to hold back the dawn

Try to hold back the morning

Hold back the night

If just for a while