unbridled [completed]

twenty: e c s t a s y .

i am late, today.

my hair is tied in a wild knot and my eyes itch. the whiff of the perfume, the cigarettes, the incense seems to create a divide between me and the other actors. unlike yesterday, a miasma of e c s t a s y crackles around the room.

i have no recollection of yesterday, whatsoever.

my tear ducts had possessed the whole of me. in the morning when i'd opened the refrigerator all the food had disappeared. time had flown in a daze, the almond and carrot diet flushed down the drain.

my room was a mess and so was i.