Seventeen

you showed up at my door drenched
in my ancient black-

a bitter bolt of darkness rallying against the 

shrieking San Fernando Valley sun.

you always arrive in such mad contrast!! 

its only one 

in the afternoon 

and youve already taken the day 

from me

so brazenly
taken the day so far away with you. 

left me reeling, heavy breathing,

shook up and into the forgotten: seeking

to remember. 

finding excuses for the excessive

abusing- always hunting, so heavily using

the cold to combat the Veil of December...

under which i was left kneeling, skin peeling, praying that i would never 

remember.

But youve always shifted like a trail of Opiate smoke...

please vanish again into my unknown.