Vacancy and hollowness. Is the glass half full or half empty? The eyes tell a story that the mouth would never speak, never whisper. The body is numb as well as the mind. She inhales the greenery. The mind wanders to a place of euphoria to a time where things were less complicated: a time of carelessness.

Last call – gin and tonic with a twist of lime. Swallow. 5 am. Exhale the greenery. Lifted.

She can taste the jagger on his tongue as she engulfs in his ambience. Cold air hits her hot cappuccino like skin.

Inhale.

Present eyes telling the same story and the mouth has been silenced.

Exhale.

What’s on your mind? Where are your thoughts? She can feel a distance yet, so near. She feels the vibration in her finger tips, through her veins all the way through her marrow. The euphoric feeling she once had, that numb feeling is slowly diminishing into star dust as her sadness, her pheromones seep through a galaxy you once created for her.

Inhale.

Where are you? You’ve slipped into deep waters and you’re slowly drowning, suffocating, water starts to fill your lungs.

Your brain

is

flashing like strobe lights

you try and catch your breath

Deeper, deeper and deeper you slip. Your eyes are closing as you set a drift in memory bliss where you remember that feeling you once had in the beginning. That new feeling, that feeling where the known is so unknown. Mysterious eyes.. How you’ve captivated her soul, clenching it in your tight fists. Those tight fists. Who are you trying to fight? Better question, WHAT are you trying to fight?

Sorry. She’s sorry. The answer is pressure. The pressure of water against rocks or heat and coal. The fire in her soul is craving you like a plant craves water: to grow, to bloom, to survive. You’ve cut her source of nutrients to flourish. Little did you know, you fertilized a whole new plant, you’ve created Poison Ivy.

And oh how poisonous she’ll be..