Through me
the craving thirsts
sucker punched
by that line I crossed
all those years ago.
Dirty headlights
I’m trying to get back
prisoner to this moment
the next two weeks
will wage war within me.
Still down,
struggling to cope
I’m in a hot bath,
having come from
a muddied field
with a girl,
in her best
heels and dress.
She splashed
the sudsy water
back in my face.
Now my eyes burn,
just soap I’d swear.
There’s something more,
paying back,
double the price
we agreed upon
for never having felt
the temperature course
cursing through my veins.
Down in this tub,
skin and water temperature
are in equilibrium.
Too big to actually fit,
there’s half of me
crawled up the wall
I can’t wait for the day
when I wake up
past 4am.
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