chalky undertones
override the bitter
capsules of cyanide
almonds and cacao
a cocktail of
incipient suicides
steaming lazily on
a cool monday morn

everything smells
of bleach through
repugnantly dripping
sinus inflammations
so much pressure
if i stand too fast
the bends fold me
into a boomerang
of incumbent pains
constantly returning
each sleepless night
to taunt through
until the day breaks

i dozed off only to
wake mid kiss
clutching the nothing
that fills my world
the scent of her
wildflowers and honey
in phantom tendrils
preventing sleep
from reasserting itself
as longing paints
the long suffering
ceiling above me