Addiction
I rummage through my nights, scores of browser tabs at a time, in search of anodynes to disrupt the gearbox of aches, whirring beneath my skin. Enmeshed stars of lust and loneliness, grinding time into a trickle of Dopamine or entangling it into an angst ridden scribble. In the jism stained habits of yesterdays, to which cling the charred smell of orgasms, I snort through my eyes the cocaine of writhing flesh till the sclera is a montage of dead pixels submerged in the humors of neon light.