drifting
drifting the flowers need water I have let things slip they weigh me down with the present eat everything I breathe like dangerous animals, free, and completely empty I am a new persona anesthetized until there is little left to do but sleep I dream about alcoholic binges one night stands in bathhouses with the thick vapor of lust and cold mouths sucking on my face I am wrapped inside my own mirror laughing, struggling until I break loose step on the needle shards of my life tamed, old, fat looking for a way out of this room where I once felt the need to write about myself until the tulips turned red