She gets a speech impediment
when she does cocaine,

The next thing you know
sucked in staring

Slow-moving stir
of the ceiling fan,

A far away reflection stares
a small reminder from brass distance

Can’t breathe fingers tingle
prevailing lack of nutrients

Hunger rumbles dull
light fades space

Nose crusty,
20 minutes churn

Blood is an omen
in too deep. Remember

Remember the girl, or the woman,
dying in the brass ceiling fan