Cracked out,
broken,
forgotten.
Intolerable silence.
As we choke on exhaust fumes,
exhausted from each other’s existence,
pleading to closed off ears for a chance at redemption.
Two frozen hearts floating in an endless void of emotional toil and heartbreak.
Our thickened blood, black with tar,
clogging our extremities but forgetting our most vital organ, spills
into empty words;
promises which we both know we’ll never keep yet offer as a chance of rectitude.
Frivolities
(bought and lifted)
to consume our time and empty our pockets as we drift.
Filling our guts with liquor,
To vacate our heads,
We attempt attachment in a blackened room.
At some point,
We try again.
Festering regret, our only chance of sobriety.
Picking over an empty carcass,
We try to trick ourselves into caring.
Polluted by compulsion,
We force out sense even though
Our cards are already dealt,
a Tower among our hands,
a gap between them.
By Jennifer Pickering
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