I'll be leaving once
I can breathe through the nausea
that's trickling in
with the roaches
to the sticky spot on your rug.

I know you want me
out of here
but my face is being crushed from the inside
By images of this distorted ecstasy
and the hallucinogenic craving
that drew me in.

Give me a moment
to lift my head
from under your saturnine gaze
And I will collect my morality,
find my rings,
and leave a few pieces of sloughed off glitter
from the skirt you couldn't wait to discard.

Next time I try to sabotage
this impatient longing for affection
with such fugitive, deteriorating pleasure
Turn me away, won't you?

I'll be trying not to remember
your tongue's cold, dishonest kiss
and the way you avoided looking at me
While I awkwardly zipped up my boots
and muddied up my heels
tripping my exit across your lawn.

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