Belmont Blues

a Belmont Blue lazily dangles from the crotch of your index and middle fingers. below the expired wedding band refusing to be removed, yellowing. swollen fingertips. the stance of your lengthy body resembles a barbarian, growling through the inconceivable self-inflicted throb. did you pause to realize your selfishness?

silently decaying lungs choke on your synthetic escapes, a chaotic, mesmerizing distortion splinters your candour. the bitter grey smog inches us closer to your destruction. echos of your gritty hack and groans of self-despair, plummeting- deeper amidst your loathing tendencies. hammer holes in the wall, you missed. subtle credit card clicks sniffles from behind the basement bar.

fairytales and goodnight routines through vodka-stained breath. shattered glass bottles and white powdered tables, my tiptoes scream around your messy addiction. your ample clothes became smothered in bad habits and grass stains. we were forced to witness your mistakes. bullshit lies whisper through your unshaven upper lip, the squint in your eyes convinces me you're just as confused as i am.

an adolescence in the arms of a man whose head was in the sky. a childhood taken by your mental enslavement, with altered weekends consumed with content that stole my innocence. carcasses of rotting beer cans and overflowing ashtrays.

with more time spent learning Eminem lyrics and the rum to cola ratio than acquiring your Mario Kart tactics. an adulthood spent never needing your consolidation. as you attempt to repent from the pain you caused.

utter estrangement, forcing your hostilities towards the past. a soiled figure ingrained within my genetic markings.