habits hard to quit addicts that cant submit to another possibility you fold under pressure waiting for the words you wince the casual reality slides its all okay to just admit
betrayal becomes a likely excuse in a time of need one tonguing can sway perception an art of recovery you stagger toward the finish line blood bullet and prey
walking amongst the garbage and recyclables I clambered home unstable ghouls sideways stumble drew a horse that i rode all the way home on broken legs and more to come i'm sure.