Chapter 8

the air has been sickening me, the same sour taste as the day i decided to leave the rotten putrid thing that was you. i swallow you whole, i spit you back out. what once was so sweet, tender to my senses, warming to this ice box- the cavity in my chest. the saying goes 'if nothing ventured, nothing learned,' well this knowledge only served to show that it decayed from the start. if no one knows what's going on here, well even better, it gives me more life. same page- stuck on repeat. for days, then weeks. weeks became months, now were doing years. i found you on chapter 8, right at the preface, in the loosening of the spine, a cheap binding disguised by pretty paper. it read, 'i didn't know you had my number,' followed by a subtle, 'i don't.' kicking and screaming- it came at me- it rushed right through me. just the week before i met the pitiful dark horse for the third time. i shut that door. always there, but shut so tight looming at my feet. i sensed it creeping in, i couldn't stop it. i didnt even try to run. i accepted it, i embraced it as i welcomed it into my bed. now here we lay-

intertwined--