Refreshed

Took a hard left, and said goodbye to friends
Wipe the slate clean, again and again.
Refresh the page and all that had been said.
"Can I call you?"

My skin aches with a language I had not felt in years.
Past rips through me with an unflinching confidence.
Black noise fills my body, insects scrambling for an exit.
I watch my spirit rush from my lips, desperate for something light.
My belly, always thick with shit and grease and warmth, exposed and empty.
Mind burnt out with undeveloped images, fizzling up slowly.
Black and white photo of a kiss you can't remember.
Black and white photo of someone smiling.
"yes."