the line was drawn

these are the nights i can never escape from
when the memories
revisit, looming like
overcast
they shade my thoughts and
shake my euphoria,

i rip apart
within seconds
and the wounds reopen
profound and jagged like
naked branches against
a pearly white sky
surfacing from beneath my skin
to the edges of my mind -

the warmth disappears
as i spiral downwards
through my claustrophobic timewarp
taking me to the familiar places
i have tried to bury under my hindsight.

there will always be
inside me
a coldness i can never set fire to

because where there is light,
there will always,
always,
be shadows at my feet.