I promised

to not relapse,

but,

sometimes

you have to

feel something:

a little spark

that saturates

every corner

and

scares away

those little angels that

come out to play

in the dark.

To understand

the complexity

of the flesh,

to feel,

what courses through my

veins,

is corroded copper

and not the dreams of

luminous crystals I yearned for.

Sometimes,

all I need

is a little spark

to awaken the anxiety

of why

I should not relapse.