Alice

Voices in my head. They scream questions to blank stares.

Formulated. Calculated. Underestimated.

The feeling of wrapped arms and hands that lingered, dying with morality. Dancing in misery.

Waves of bittersweet lust. What feels good is good. Except when it isn’t.

Your scent, hovering like smoke. Dare me to breathe you in.

Stop. Go. Turn away. Run back.

What’s right is wrong. Vice versa. Inertia.

Entangled in your gravity.

I’m Alice. Falling endlessly.