I Bite To Break Skin

Pockets of the city streets hold plumes of air steeped in the scent of your sweat. Your presence becomes palpable once I stumble upon them, your smell colliding against my skin. Devouring me, forcing me to revisit the memory of our story, the one about you and I, existing now only in a present being lived out in our past. The years of its narrative summarized in seconds. Initiating a highlight reel projecting instances of pain and elation permanently trapped within my head but experienced inside my heart.

I have acquired a new habit as of late, when I am stalked by the memories ignited by your familiar odor encountered while shuffling through the streets of the city…I bite to break skin, to exsanguinate that sudden surge of you circulating through me every now and again.

For once in the past 3 years, draining the toxin of you from my body and watching you drip out of my life has been a satisfyingly serene scene to surrender into while attempting to escape the putrid sweetness of your stench. I've chosen insanity for my sanity's sake.