A still night below the aurora borealis grasping at texture in the pavement cracks. I feel the abscess inside growing. something is wrong. falling faces console in echo I can feel the reverberation sink through my skin and shake my bones. each slap bends the moment and I drool acknowledgment and slur my fallible remorse. transcending my worst expectations beyond any social intercourse imagined. it’s so cold. my head laying upon her closed knees. I whisper sorry. she stares down. her eyes are a beautiful green with a touch of yellow to illuminate the jade mist. they are my only connection. slowly my descent pulls me further away. I deny to myself the gravity of my condition but I do know it’s severity. I am finally cannibalized by my demons and their hunger is insatiable. now is their harvest moon. time to yield this rotten fruit and burn the orchard down to ash. muffled sirens in the distance, frantic motion all around the perimeter of my motionless body. opaque dim lights in my eyes. it’s a flashlight. I can’t hear you! I reply to his moving lips and muted voice. it’s gett ing co ld er. I am strapped, covered and carried into my hearse / ambulance. my green eyed stranger accompanies me. I’m glad I’m not alone. she squeezes my hand tight but the feeling of her grip is loose and losing sensation by the minute. I am stuck, and pumped. I am crying. the angles of my surroundings are loosing shape and becoming blurred. I am upon the sunset sea. drifting above the stars to the port of my declaration.