circUmstaNces

Instead of today, I'm living in yesterday. Constantly replaying ... over and over again. Drugs numb and dull the days makes it semi comfortable to spend time in my overthinking brain. Thinking of other ways, losing track of days. I pick and pull off the crust squeeze out the puss. Creating scars and broken trust your body stitched to memory. The forbidden taste, soft angelic skin. I trace my fingertips across and dip my tongue in. Eager to accept my fate. Dancing with the devil, swimming in sin. Your my habit, an addictive drug each kiss a fatal dose. Across the bridge that separates the planes of reality, we pick up stride and walk across