Jealousy turns from a simmer into an envious boil. A hot corrosive liquid leaks from the eyes before seeping between the lips. Infectious corrosive and insatiable. There’s nothing you can say, but if you don’t open your mouth you will drown.
The winds of change have stalled you like a whirlpool. A delusional sycophant to natures whim, unknowingly turned acquiescent in its barrage of mundanity. The chills on your spine are all that remains of the past.
Leftover crumb trails leading to a mind no longer yours. Turning back a clock does not change the time. An anatomy you can never claw out of, a stew in your mind that will never stop boiling.
The rot in the air stifles your nose, and the sounds of automobiles caress your ears, bugs and vermin trying fuck lullaby your senses. The heart of a city surrounds you with its endless rhythmic pumping of bile. Stew in its grease and let it wash away your sin. For now.
Pull closer, feel the caress on your lips, a love unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. One sided, alone in the night. Drag it until it hurts then grieve.
You have strayed down a path of unfamiliarity and have stopped seeing yourself in the mirror. Is regression of the character so bad? Or must growth always be an inclination