Trauma from the past
knows how to enter itself
back into your life
when you least expect it,
causing the dominoes of your
sanity to collapse under the
societal pressures you've housed
your mental state into, silently
praying there will be a glitch in
gravity that will cause all motions
and bad thoughts to cease, leaving you
with a state of uninterrupted peace and
numbness to shield your remaining
innocence and childlike mannerisms away.
Even if it's just for a second.

Autumn approaches.
Pumpkin spice, apple cider,
the flavors of fall.

The burn I swallow,
it has a familiar taste.
I think it's of you.

Your trance: seductive,
oozing voluptuous love
I cannot resist.

The ledge looks warm and welcoming,
beckoning me with its sleek rocky surface
with the promise of forever dripping down
its granite surface like newly harvested honey,
leaving nature's tongue to arouse my fear of love,
and awaken my unspoken desire for danger.

My mouth becomes dry,
At the thought of you, my dear,
Dazzling them all.

You have me in chains,
I await your commands, sir,
but they aren't enough.