Floorboards

As my hand slides down,
I feel the heavy uncertainty, like sin..
Weighing on me, like tomorrow's concerns, and yesterday's get-away.

Smokey ruin.
The devil is beguiling.
She wears luring eyes
And chambers of second-hand that makes ego look fresh..
Tasty..
Needed.
Craved.

I..
Am under floorboards trying to get away.
Peeking through the dark for streaks of light to give me some hope..
Any.