IN THE WORDS OF THE ESTRANGED

I deserted my senses in search of an unnamed
drug, one that I never intended to use. I whispered
suggestions in your ear and turned away, so you
wouldn't know it was me. I drank in sobriety,
watching the drunken you, a fox in a coop full
of curious chickens. The taste of blood still on your
lips, we talked in dangerous circles about what
you really hungered for. In a room filled with
the thick inelegant aroma of pheromones, minds
faltered for lack of vision while lips issued evasive
half-truths. Then, after our long eventless
discussion you unceremoniously threw me out, and
with my departure left the chance to renege
on unwanted friendship.

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