damion snow

thirst

i’ve been watching cam girls
literally fuck themselves
for weeks now

empty beer cans
decorate the area around me
like some kind of enchantment circle
where i can summon a demon
to devour me

but instead i cry frequently
and boil into evaporating waters
that stain the ceiling
like a rorschach test

something is also wretched
in the turning tides that
encompass all my
personal definitions

and now

“a thunderstorm forever, above me”

these perpetual distractions
that linger like a lust unexplored

that bleed into the banks of
my yet filtered deliberations

i’m surely becoming
someone i hate more
than i thought possible

fuck you