Up Grade Your Monday Poem by David Er

She opens up with a crooked smile, then falls on her knees like a broken child, she lifts her hands like a lost prophet, then laughs out load like a convicted thief, she rips open the sky above, then throws it in a empty trash can.she raise s the dead with her imagination then backs away in a another direction, she sinks the needle into her dead skin, then waits for the last and final trip to begin.she open s up with a crooked smile, , , for the last time.