The extra split second of suspense
waiting for  fingers to be release
held captive by soda-stained keys
the familiar rhythm uncomfortably disturbed

The echoing strain
as eyes feel the magnetic pull
towards an airplane TV
endlessly searching for dialogue gone MIA

Shredded fingers and cracked lips
wind-burned lungs and throbbing eardrums
pulsating temples
the familiar ache

Peeling t-shirts off of backs
making sense of childhood love
soaking in tri-colored LEDs
questioning validity

Past stages feeling like distant memories
old therapy now feeling like a chore
memories linger out of habit instead of desire
assumptions of immaturity mask diluted longing

Stringy hair from groping fingers
shattered nailbeds from shameful sabotage
magenta stains covering past identities
nighttime risks saturating your pace

Silence fills your ear at night
isolation creaks around your fingers
slow beating heart serves as a singular passage of time
as hot summer nights slowly tick by