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@fluttershining
Snake, skin
Wrinkled and leathered, creased and compressed with your touch.
Unwanted. unwanted touch.
I try to shed the indents way, shave the poison, bleach the bruises, figuratively... Literally?? I'll paint on top, a shade of Tuscan ivory. So matted it's irreversible.
I feel the shafty eyes in the grass, behind the curtains, Infront, beside, everywhere, at all times. But, at least I am stained voluntarily, well.... Forced, but with a pattern I chose.
Type beat
Not the real deal, still it feels so sweet. A rhythm with a mask, disguised as a shield. The beat that speaks volumes with no words, but all the heat.
Perhaps, pretending to be something it's not. A bond that's wielding through the idea of 'it', something inspiring, but not authentic. But... Hay it's neat!
0ne time.
One time, it's a hook. One time, you're hooked. Perched, feet underneath your body, eyes half closed, cornered in my cage.
The allure, captivating. An unintentional trap that reels you in. I know you said, "one time". I agreed.
I'll see you tomorrow night....
Are you that surprised ?
hangover
1. After effects of an excess
the exploitation of indulgence
over consumption, of you.
The Thought of You, Smell of You, Taste of You, the feel of you.
The fantasies. The rehearsals.
daydreaming.
nightdreaming.
Falling asleep with a Euphoria.
Waking up with a babalaas.
for aeons, humans knew no better.
But, catch me at the meetings,
the interventions,
more meetings,
the dry months,
the mounted medals.
The Sobriety.
but, watch me fall. watch me pace. peep me relapse, time and time again. unapologetically.
Nothing, No One, can clench my thirst.
I am just an addict with an immunity to hangovers.
Fleaker
In the fleak of a hearts confusion
A flake of withered Scarlett
Twisted around a needles thread
Weaving up the chambers -
Snatch the lock and key.
Call for recess,
I need the nurses office,
A bandage to stop the lime mixing,
Keep the sand away from the Ocean.