drink it down

it's desire, sir, she's hunting me

she's been on my trail for weeks now

every time i turn a corner

i stare back into a familiar, violent hand.

places that were once safe

hold memory now, an overflown cup

i've long since carved my heart out,

and every day i drink it back down,

chased with doubt.

the rooftop calls,

the night sours on the tongue.

the fear, the fear, the fear.

inside, it rots.

i don't know how much longer i have left.