Take me; take me back to your bed. I love you so much that it hurts my head. I don’t mind you under my skin. I let the bad parts in; the bad parts in. when we were made we were set apart. Life is a test and I get bad marks. Now some saint got the job of writing down my sins. The storm is coming, the storm is coming in.

Brand New: Degausser

I walk down the dark alley I’ve walked down a hundred times before and come to stop in front of the door I’ve stood in front of so many times that I have memorized the rust marks. The music inside Shots escapes into the alley and surrounds me as I steel myself for what I have come here to do. Eyes closed; hand on knob I take one last breath before walking in.

            As my eyes adjust to the pulsing light, I scan the room for the person I’d come to see. “Hey Porter, long time no see,” says a pale girl with a lip ring and spiky jet black hair. “Hey JB, have you seen her,” I ask her, ignoring the comment about my absence of late. We both know who I’m speaking of, so she rolls her eyes and says, “On the floor as usual.”

I walk towards the dance floor, cutting off any further conversation. Weaving between sweating bodies and tangled limbs I spot her. The girl that has taken me to my highest highs and stood by and watched as I came crashing to the ground. She is the worst of my bad habits and my greatest addiction. I’ve come here tonight to kick that addiction, her name is Taryn.

I catch her out of the corner of my eye. Dancing alone, much like the night I met her. Eyes shut, hands in the air she sways to the music. I take another breath before walking towards her and shouting over the music or so I think. My voice comes out small and hollow but remarkably she opens her eyes and fixes them on me. I stop dead in my tracks as our eyes lock and she renders me motionless. Taking heed of my immobility she strolls over to me. “Hey baby,” never taking her eyes from mine.