From the tip of your broken nail
up the arms
up the skin
this girl crawls, climbs
through the limbs,
silences the pulsating sound
and that little brainy thing you have.
Unwinds the cord of unbeknownst senses
layer by layer
captures you from your loose clutches.
Cautious is what you were supposed to be.
Glad I am,
for the mistake you did.
Not transient, it's a lifelong mess.
They call me a drug, kid.