I let the drink fall from my lips, splashing against my skin.
It comes more and more often.
the urge.
I cannot see without the world spinning
I cannot be without my life ending.
Without wind in my hair
without my hands balled into fist
I have become everything I ever fought.
My lips are dry
My mind spins.
My knuckles are soft
My wounds are healed
but...
The only comfort is my promise.
I will return to the chaos.
This peace is poison