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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