Every night I up the dosage. Dull the nerves in hopes I won’t feel you. But like clockwork, as I sink into my bed I can feel you. Your scent is so familiar, like the mist of the sea to a grizzled fisher. Just like a siren to a sailor, I can hear your chanting, your breathing. No matter how many poems, nor countless dreams, you always find a way in. Splitting the edges of my skull so you can seep through my bloodstream. You never let my wounds heal.