The buzz of incongruity plays a lachrymose like song. A single vanilla candle, Ani DiFranco’s CD ‘Evolve’, and the perfume of a cigarette gracing the humid bedroom’s ambiance. The mask my atmosphere creates is intoxicating and exquisite. Lolling back and marinating in the mood. All sososo iterative, that they can’t even produce the slightest smirk. Exhaustion is like slipping into a warm bath and being held under the water. The heat is divine; asphyxiation is overpowering. The two scuttle concurrently and parallel. Illicit games are played in the midst of the two of them. The crimson comfort no longer hold the same power.


Lethargy and nostalgia,

Narcoleptic but studious,

Hemmed together with floss.

Comfort is failing; are you there? I am falling.

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