I have not indulged in any liquid vices yet I am enchanted into a drunken stupor.
I have not driven my bottom limbs 6 miles yet I am exhausted into endless days in bed.
I have not excused myself from privilleged meals yet I am starving, scouring around my
establishment for staples to satisfy my belly.

Two days locked in my bedroom and my skin has lost its colour, a white sidling pallor the
housekeeper.
I gape at the immaculate grey walls and soon their mouths emerged. Tales of fantastical
fancies lulled me into a ghostly realm in the state of my insensibility. My ivory marbled legs  
gradually stood rooted to the ground, lifeless logs longing for bustle. Stiff buttocks molded  
into the cheap cushions of a black swivel chair.

My head feels heavy and my eyes feels heavier.
Will you take me to solace?

If my bed was bigger would you have laid with me
Will you excuse the squeeze in the place of comfortability
Our bodies close, replace our blankets with the heat
flowing, mellifluously reverberating, from within

My heavy mind, spiralling in self abhor
Dawdles on a pillow, simpering with decay
Solace I discovered in your arms instead, taming the uproar
The bane of your predicament, your spirits sway

The twilight of distraught tickles the hairs on my arms
But now comes the noon of melancholia.
My Ivy legs cripples your limbs, the bruises I see- constellations
Contradictory you lament, the cries a synergy of appoggiatura

A long time ago, you asked for my hand
Belittling the shards in my bossoms
Dismissing my remonstrance; to Hell with it
“I can bear it, I know I can.”

But you couldn’t. No, you wouldn’t
Your body has began to gnaw
The dilapidated bed creaks, your temper peaks
“I’m out, loving you isn’t the law.”

Uncaged a phoenix traversed into the blazing sun
unfurling its throbbing wings, soaring
The pain a relic of a bygone age.
Mind possessed by the stars
The horizon ablaze with optimism