there’s a vein in the corner of my eye
pulsating this rotten blood, angry with alcohol
through my delicate system

I’m shaken, not stirred
and there’s a dark shadow lurking in the back of my eyes
there’s the product of sleepless nights that seemingly never end
there are those murky branches
soft with tears, mouldy with exhaustion

and when they reach me
my clothes are ripped apart
my hair turned wild and filthy with mud,

but with the mildest sensation of sweetness
that scent that reminds me that maybe not all is lost

it is the reminder that keeps me up at night,
a ghostly enemy

if only it would leave me alone