spoiled milk and wilted flowers dried up like tobacco and all the air musty the litter and entropy of it pulls at your attention. roaches and moths and junebugs tapping against the glass or skittering across your floor, climbing up the walls and into a corner eyeing me probing the air with its antennae. oil caked on the glass thoughts in my head spurting red broken bones and shredded muscle deliciously sinewy.
flush it down. inhale and head rush legs weak smile written across my face as my mind recoils in terror and confusion the world waves and warms. it shines.
nag champa blackwood currents and shisha oily anticipation. just a few hours now and there will be reprieve i can go back and heal from this confusing binge.
skies are blue. helicopters hover their way over the city and suburbs. the tower spins its light. floating and warmed I wander back home.
the dreams might be hellish sleep might not come at all the time it takes to readjust is staggering. yellows shades and water and lots of **.
now to disappear completely. leave the damage. not a trace of yourself though. run a massive burn and then escape unnoticed. sayonara.