reticence in relapse
someonesomewhere has read my scribbles whichfeelsabsurd and a touch obscene imaginingallthese times spent talkingtomyself has been seen through someone else’s personal filter oscuring already half intelligible thoughts into disparate dreamwhispers hard to fathom willingly plumbing thesedarkdepressingdepths without a guide i trace the scars leftbyherhoarfrostedlips then recite back the reverberations of delectablepainshivers into terse lines wroughtfromtheagonyofknowing […]