“Unsolicited drunk texts”

all is

teeming, throbbing 

as a clammy, sticky body

emerges from 

clamouring waves

of rippling flesh

to offer me a line

if i come with him, somewhere.

‘why are you telling me this I don’t want to hear this’

But somewhere never exists and

i’m lost and

i’m running

away

‘like you always do’

but without anywhere to run to

and my breath burns,

exhaled

from smoke-filled lungs

‘you never can leave it at one last cigarette’

and I realise,

gasping in the moonlight,

that all I am is a series of discordant notes and that we, we are an

interrupted cadence waiting a resolution, or to begin

again

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