Thread: ~

I can forget myself -
drift away;


to surf down under
ride jet sTrEaMs to the eXotic,

sometimes,

nails tear my
wrists open
and I die in blood and love.


- Now, I'm here.

Not everything is exotic here down under... there is something that can be described as desert doldrums and the simmering suburban discontent as well.
Quite dark and makes a distinct impression - nails do the tearing; that in itself is haunting.