Feet Pointed Forward

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I was at a party this weekend, until I wasn't.This writing has not yet been rated and therefore this information is not yet available. |
Fire and friends, laughter and light, I left them all behind
Though feet pointed forward with mind in disorder
My body felt all unaligned.
The buzzing of bugs on the humming orange bulbs spoke of sickly infection
I climbed the stairs with no one aware
and hoped to avoid kind detection.
Cigarette smoke from a near-midnight toke trailed from a future regret
Surveying acres of stark layers of dark
Only myself could I reflect.
The scrying wretch pries at rot, checks on the soul weathered thin.
Flowers need basics, love, care, and patience
So this garden I cannot well tend.