sometimes, it comes on quick. in an elevator, at a red light. but never in front of Them (things blur here mostly) not as often and all too recognizable no matter how high those goddamn heels may be. so i can recognize the signs, the feral tugging at my mind. the scratching at my wrists; something is going to happen. crooked but it never does.
The one thing that comes with age is strength, so i belittle any attempts made at myself of which are all cerebral and fucking ridiculous. but a drug is a drug; it runs its course the way it will, the shaders come down once in a while. When it's you against you...well just hang the fuck in there.
