vacant earthworms

slithering their ways

through transparent

heartbeats, timid

sweat, and toxic saliva.

one door

closes and,

another dozen

won't open.

attempting to pry

the locks off of,

the women this

world has destined

for me to be.

rhythmically coughing

out blood and

cigarette butts

all over your chest

and legs,

hoping happy cancerous,

endings don't just

occur in movies

and cliche novels,

collecting dust in

drug store's shelves.