The twisting is uncomfortable.
The bending uneasy,
and the stretching unkind.
Dissonance meandering through me, tearing thoughts like paper.
The idea orbits me, burning me as it gets too close.
Freezing when too far away.
Schrodinger-esque placement of both regret and freedom.
Both leading a battle best left fought.

A small wavelength swells on the night sky.
Forming a faint droplet before smoothly departing.
I feel the cold next to my left eye and I close it out of habit.
Blinding, I keep it closed;
I can discern the crack of their impact on the pavement.
Evaporating away, letter by letter. Thought by thought.
It is different, but it is the same.
All these memories becoming part of the same air in my lungs.
Friendships that were once stars.
Falling to the earth as the light secedes from my eyes.
It is being alone, that will blind me.
Am I becoming him?

A moment busily constrained
By the threads of its own making
A flicker and a flourish embellish the skin
The aetherwick has been lit
And the chemical lights sleep upon us
Once again leading those wavering
Into a stupor divine

Lust interweaves the fingertips of it's lover. Dragging across the skin in peculiar form to rest it's fingernails upon a scar. A wish is released from it's lips saturated with a glimmer of comprehension. A resting palm upon the scar. Desire is the muscle below it.