Galaxies in Your Eyes

I saw galaxies in your eyes reminiscent of a junkie’s angel. The tourniquet tied tight. Euphoric bliss. Strangle the veins that stretch out to limbs. Collapsed under the pressure of a hypodermic syringe, hoarding black pearls like treasure. Monkey weight heavy on your back all rheumy eyed and sick. Blistering tracks on your arms, from needle sticks. Junky angel’s in the galaxies pray for the end of an epidemic. Opiate addiction, fueled by pharmaceutical etiquette.