Convicted and addicted to not being alone…
I carelessly, thoughtlessly, choose my temporary vice..A night, a day, a couple of nights, a couple of days.. to call back in a year, to call back tomorrow.
to talk to, to flirt with, to dehumanize, to belittle, to release on..
to dis-respect, to be dis-respected
to abuse, to be abused
Boredom and uncertainty
Itching.. I scratch holes in my skin..
twisting and restless..I pick through my flesh
Anxiously, I scrape; (to get the bad out)
but the drips they suckle
Instead, of watching them go hungry..I feed them
Lest, they thirst..how will I survive.
Aching.. I hunt and sometimes tie myself to any tree; to be hunted.
A destructive yet satisfactory continuum.