Months ago.

Like the smile of an addict

Not sure if it were a dream

or reality, self-distorted.

An economic exchange

for permission to silently

decay, approved.

Mind buzzing to the cacophony

of craving.

of a ceaseless preoccupation-

a dull gnawing at the bone,

set less by the self than other.

Linear decay

unfit to define the constant.

A subtle acceptance of

notched weeds

overgrown soot

soil too rotten to garden.

drought too drawn

to perspire.

Exponential decay.

Caked beds

cracks like dendrites

Sending synapses, when applied pressure

To crack open.

Like the smile of an addict,

Months ago,

Reality self-distorted, unaware if it were a dream.

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