The rust on the chain lock
glimmered in candle light.
I latched it…
the very first time tonight.
No need for a visit or to be here
ever again.
Easier with me,
and harder without.
Harder with me,
impossible without.
The conundrum I must face.
The script of Wellbutrin,
and you’re avoidance,
like I’m a plague.


Lead the path of war, destruction, pillage, demise.
ConunDRUMS……

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     could you play that beat one more time?
      Just like the cannon fodder fuel.
       *** vs. Kettle
        Jekyll v. Hyde
         bandage third degree burns,
          but you never were mine.
           This lifetime,
             this timeline,
               self sabotaged and deconstructed,
                left salvaging the pieces now.
Isn’t that what we both always wanted?