I taste the bitter sweet

of life surrounding me—

drowning in these thoughts—

like icy waters crashing—

crushing—splashing through my sanity.

I hear fallen memories— hitting-hurting-flirting with my mind—aching to be played again.

Vile drinks—smoke rings flying through the air— in the trash—

in my bedroom— laughing—falling—screaming—until it all fades away and I am

left to think.

Broken shards of glass, scattered—shattered— clattering through my mind. On the ground-crying.

Whispers— they last through the night—sweet words—

running— running away from you in circles— an endless pattern.

I can taste the sweet chaotic fragrance of my tears on my pillowcase.