you’re infused
in the dmt
flowing through my brain
groggy and enthused
is our affinity
still alive in the pain
you’re the ghost
behind my eyelids
when i don’t want to awake
unwilling host
to the parasitic silence
of the debts i’ve raked
though i’ve survived you
my repressions unravel
in the cold dead night
the unconscious revived you
as if to process and level
what’s left of the light
maybe you’re my penance
the weight of my sins
though hurt has looked worse
still you are sustenance
having traded skins
to become the converse
it is certain
you are long gone
if only that were true
behind this curtain
i smile from my prison
still tethered to you.
©noodle
N