I need a remedy of diesel and dust Something I can taste with a fix I can trust Another high, more potent than lust. Eating and repeating like the workings of rust and time.
I woke to the sound and the rhythm of rain dancing down on the window pane. Comatose. Eyes half closed. Arms wrapped up with the wounds all sewn. I froze from head to toe. Clenched the jaw, then felt my body roll over slow.
I must live to know that healing takes some time.
So no regrets, and no looking back to sinking ships. I'll strip the gauze for a rational self-analysis. "I'm down. Cut and bound. Counting scars, and counting blessings loud." So loud.
I must live to know that time alone is always healing as long as there's bleeding. No regrets, or falling fits. I'll strip the gauze and bleed it.