Little pieces of me
in a dark cave
talking to the hooded masters.
This place I visit often.
First a fire then later
a push off a cliff to get
to the fucking bottom of it.
And today, changed into my true shape,
unpinched waist and
very short hair.

Always cloaked in white.

She’s faceless, all palms
but the  glintis bright.
“If you want to die
so badly, here’s
the knife.”

“ketamine #2”