you once used merriment to describe yourself against the backdrop of a single day.
it was a good day.
leviathans walked by your side this day, confidence bestowed like holy water, ash & the cull of threads.
minutes flushed with obedience, eyes met with eyes met, confrontations did melt & thaw, turning instead to the advantage of the most silver of tongues.
you were fond of colours that day, they assaulted you & you took the fight to fornication, didn’t you?
masterful.
you wore the fashion of a seasons skin. shades of brown, ravished the angles, compelled & accented your skin, chin, let us not conclude without the meat of your shins.
you once described such days with the word merriment.
now you just drink. you lecherous fuck.
