Vetis
Milligrams. Milliliters. Incalculable.
Our hero is blurry. A beat mannequin.
Decaying sun. Dripping thoughts.
She broke stasis, turned her life feral.
High then low. Black under the press.
Puncture, drain, temporary escape.
She’s an eagle being dismantled.
Altered. Tequila. Loud pack. Nicotine.
Percs. Base. Fetty. Devil invented
the trap. His claws are swords.
When she was young she dreamed
her future self as a monster slayer.
Bone dagger, she’s hacking tonight.