my duvet once hugged me, now it morphs into chains that coil my bones to themselves and fix my fingertips to my fists and I swing my arms behind me clasped. anything to keep you clean out of my system you see.
the night which once was dreams, now a prison. the solitude confining me in shrinking walls and a drying mouth whilst my eyes tear open by the pounding crave. the red slithers through their frail veins until the aching urge sends them to close; to sleep.
morning you lie vestel. but your taste lumbering in my gum
- I wouldn’t say I’m an addict: but you make it far too easy when you lie in the palms of my hands and dance in electric through my skin. your hopeless pervading detains me from rehabilitation.