Hookers and blow and drugs and sex and someone just to be there. Escaping the silence. Escaping the noise. Shame and sex and that hollow hallowed feeling when you get home alone at the end of the day. Bitterness. The sweetness all gone. Artificial sweetener. Feelings. Loneliness. Meaninglessness. Grief. Pain. Love. Judgment. Adultery. Adulation. Ejaculation. Porn addiction. Swipe, swipe, swipe. Killing us softly. Killing us sweetly. No breath. No breath left in the lungs. Crying and wind. A gust of lust and the time you saw them the last time. The last time you smiled. The last time it made a difference. Now I’m here. Here again. Always have been, always will. No path forward or back home. I am now all alone.
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