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.