i need
drugs
something
like a
/dimmer
switch
on
over firing
synaptical
distress/.
i need
hugs
something
like her
arms wrapped
tight
around
(this torn
sack
of rusted
hooks).
i need
a {break
a moment where}
purple
doesn’t
flare
in the dark
skies
in my
skull.

i have been
a \bad
friend\
for a little
while
unable
to give
my full
attention
so consumed
ouroboros style.
it’s
something
they don’t
tell you
when
the cocktail
in your
brain
is scrambled
that
falling inward
is more
dangerous
than stepping
into traffic
blindfolded.

but
realizing
this
would require
a clarity
someone
as foolish
as i
could never
hope
to achieve.

i need
drugshugsclaritypeace
something
anything
other than
these
thoughts
spilling from
open wounds
into the
aether
wishing for just
a moment
not filled
with the
ugliness
etched deep
over my
entirety.