Ink Languid

          [ I watched ]

     she tore sanity
     from poetry scabs,
     manicures fraying—
     chipping.

            [ I wept ]

     she chased words
     beneath scarred vows
     within her
     drowsy veins.

            [ I broke ]

     she hung and sang
     from her tired seams:

     _{“I finally feel alive.”}