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What are you waiting for?
One of these days she's going to disappear.
What comes next is a mystery. Sobriety? Comebacks.
Better living through chemistry with your local barista and dealer?
Not sure I'll make it that long.
I haven't seen the right side of dawn since she left.
And thus conquered thirst, sense, and sensation.
A drop became a trickle, a stream, a downpour.
Obliviating the last four months like a bilge pump on overdrive.
Still remains the silt and lingering.
The phantoms and whispers require something more caustic.
A touch more abrasive.
Reach for the lye, reach for the succor, reach for the acid and higher octanes of memory-cleanser.
The rainy season nears.
