Afternoons harsh with swirling and clinging

Bulbous orange eyes

Veins etched on translucence

Window to darkness

Equal parts disturbing and eerie, beautiful and bizarre

The bourbon brood buzzes, no reprieve for my fried psyche.

Rest offered a bit of respite from the crush of pain

And still the pulsating drone of brooding emerged in my veins

My high-pitched anxiety, abdomen’s whines not for a mate

But to attract peace behind social eviscerate-tion.

Did one get inside?

A single loud repetitive click startles, unseen, infinitely felt,

Deafening, inescapable.

Sapped, I suffer the piercing gloom, ooze draining,

Root to survival, betrayal intensely etched, overspill translucent eyes,

Hope for the will to shrill shriek my significance until shadows subside.