Missed Me?

TW: Anomie. 'Nuff Said.

Anomie

Aug 03, 2026

Psst!

Missed me?

You know you want to lips me.

I’m your favourite category-five

catastrophe.

You thought six months of breath

work

and a stick of cinnamon could patch

the crater I left, huh?

Convinced yourself her dimples and her

sunflower dress would keep the she-

wolf from your room.

I shouldn’t have come

but you forgot to line the doorway

with salt.

Your deepest fears invoked me.

So, uh, hey bestie!

The leather-clad nightmare returns.

And it’s put its heels up on your couch.

I like to make myself comfy babe.

Psst!

Missed me?

You know you want to snort me.

Sat there in your sensible shoes.

Praying I’m just a fever dream

brought on

by a storm front.

I click my fingers.

Pour the wine. The expensive bottle.

The one you saved for your promotion.

Or your premature wake.

Whichever one came first.

I’m the Fife Lowly with a fantastic

arse, remember?

Singing Celtic laments in your ears.

My darling, darling boy.

Arms around your neck, on my

tiptoes.

We swayed like the leaves in April.

Now I haunt you everywhere you

walk.

Murmuring it in the dead of night

while you stroke her hair.

Memories of us, Sky-Mother naked.

Grins and my crooning and all the

swooning.

Psst!

Missed me?

You know you want to fuck me.

Unbutton your shirt.

Let me watch

the dignity you’ve been holding in -

pour out all over again in front of

me.

You’ve always loved the wreck.

How I never fail to pull your frays.

It makes me want to reach down

into

these panties you bought, and play,

play, play.

You told her you loved her?

I apologise. It’s the wine.

I’ve caught a fit of the giggles.

No. Ahem. You’re right.

This is serious but respectfully Sir,

you’re a no-good, rotten liar.

Can’t get my voice out of your head.

Always blaming me.

How about I blame you?

Come on, grouchy,

it’d be funny if it wasn’t so painful.

For her. For you. Maybe me.

No?

It’s a whisper that twirls behind you

on a warm summer’s day.

Psst!

Missed me?

You try ever so hard to hate me.

Place your hands on my hips.

Pretend you’re steering.

It makes me chuckle.

It’s almost sweet, really.

The way your face seeks my neck.

You’re a drowning fella asking

a tidal wave for arm bands.

No one can save you, prisoner

of mine.

You’re too far gone and I fucking

warned you.

Now it’s too late.

It echoes everywhere.

My spectre drapes its arms over

your shoulders.

Inhaling my butterscotch shampoo.

Smiling into your cheek.

Pretty view out this window isn’t it,

sweetheart?

Ah but we always loved it here,

didn’t we?

Psst!

Missed me?

You know you’re hooked on me.

Built quite the peaceful, predictable

little life while I was gone.

Didn’t ya?

Proud of you, kid.

I’m not being sarcastic.

That was sincere for once.

We barely survived that place.

Yet here you are rotting with boredom.

Where’s your ember?

Lift that chin up, here.

I know where it truly lives.

Have done since we were kids.

Scraped knees and stolen pecks.

Don’t look at me like that, hey.

Calm now.

We always speak the truth, though it

pains this cord between us.

My mouth is vile like my mammy’s

but

I’ve this charm of my daddy’s.

Yeah, yeah.

It’s lethal. I’m an asshole.

Takes one to know one.

Tears and heat and still we screw

each other.

Over. Over.

Over and over again.

Psst!

Missed me?

You astride her when you already

died inside me a long time ago.

Me on top of him when it’s your eyes

I see.

You always said we’d kill each other.

I never meant to make you cry but

my poison is slow acting.

Kisses all over. I’m sorry, mo

chridhe.

We’ve tried every antidote and we

still can’t flush it.

Fuck.

I’m getting close baby.

Don’t stop. I beg.

Whisper again how much you loathe

me.

Ain’t love just a smirking little bitch?

A horrid, smug, mongrel-witch.

Louder. Hate me hard as you like.

You get me off like nothing else.

Aww. Don’t. Your eyes are filling up.

You know I hate that.

Rips the arrogance right out of me.

I get a lump in my throat. Stop it.

I’d rather you murder me with your

bare hands than this.

Sure, I love you in me own way.

The worst way.

It hurts but you hurt me too.

I’ll never tell, how long I wept in

secret over you.

I don’t want to talk about it.

No talking.

Be a brave boy and just kiss me.

Psst…

Hey… bestie.