sweet

i've been wearing

the same socks

drinking out of mugs

with black bottoms

and banging doors shut

for three days.

i've been sleeping

with one eye open

under rumpled blankets

and drawing my eyeliner

with pens all out of ink

for three nights.

i can't promise

it's actually

been that long

because time is a funny thing.

so is my brain

when the red lollipop

on my tongue

melts into a plastic stick

and my teeth feel

like sugar crystals.

the dopamine rush

becomes a dopamine shock

and i try my best

not to gag.

it's the comedown

that is the hardest to swallow.

it's been 3 days

and 3 nights

but who's counting.