habit.

finally..

just when you think
you had a grasp to hold on
sipping on the sewn curing pus
of what was..

dance in for the drama

unholy resolution
holding her lust
feels so obscure

close your eyes to obscenity
temporarily for the impure

where have we left
all laced to stare at the pests,
mildew lightens to black light
i am left choked asking for silence.