Lost in Thought

memories diluted in gin
self-infliction undress permanent scars
hidden by long sleeves
feigning for the tourniquet and heroin
deep-rooted to adolescence

the devil’s children played
at my playground
throwing wood chips and spitting
what calms a spirit tormented
by demons unwilling to fight?

a soft touch on skin
accompanied by a smile, twinkling eyes
two arms wrapped
around my body
bodes a quick fix

hands search
for chemistry
but in this abyss
I’m alone
not even a shadow
for friendship
let’s look to the guillotine
for comfort


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