Delusion

Delusional and tired
The patience of it all sinks in. regret ing that i had coffee Now i'm crashing
slowly

My eyes turn red when i haven’t slept And sometimes i can't feel my tongue, Especially when i drink orange juice.

But
Recently my refrigerator has had A smell to it.
So i avoid
Opening it.
I'm scared to get
Dragged
Into its bottomless
stink.

I imagine my fridge aching
For warmth
And wine
And all the items it holds inside but can’t ever feel,

taste, touch, feel taste, touch.

OJ tastes like sex.
And wine taste like morning Time. Delusion
Haunts me.
Sometimes when i sing Sometimes when i write Sometimes when i drink orange juice
In the middle of
the
night.