Afterburn
by Nile Coy
Lost in a cool spring breeze, I told myself
“Stop. Breathe.” And I did,
captured at my moment of distraction,
there I was, held tightly with no desire of departure.
This is the path I dreamed with my riddled brain,
serotonin burned out in bright flashes ,
brilliant Technicolor LSD afternoons,
now so melancholy,
dry, unused receptors
once sparked and crackled hard,
like a Tesla coil, keeping that
glaze over my eyes,
that funny sideways smile on my face,
as I wandered aimlessly
into the void
that he left when he died.
