A pile of assorted clothes
peeled off in a slow manner
still lay strewn across the floor
(in my head, at least).
It’s just an image I cannot shake,
that sticks to me like glue,
tormenting me
(What have I done?)

I dragged an old friend
across my skin
to try to forget
these sins, to banish the night
from my thoughts.
(No such luck).