something sweet like
licorice
burning down my throat
absinthe makes me gag
blurry moments
fill my head like laughing gas
life is a cycle of
breaking chains that I didn't know were there
tearing them off
sobbing or standing in the wind until
your pores are clear of them

//

my face is numb
trickle down spin
my legs over his
(a gentle caress)
time is irrelevant sometimes