All That Remains

Time between highs
grows shorter and shorter.
Gone, the days of clarity.
At times I thought
she loved me,
but the powder’s king.
It’s strangling rule
drags its pawns back to play.
Every day.
‘Til nothing’s left—
just the shell remains.

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