The smoke flows
in waves around the soul
I can see floating
outside of my body
I am not real in this moment
You are not real in this moment
I ache internally. The embers burn
as I burn… a hellacious attempt
at life. A life too quickly lived.
Killed — no life at all.

Smoke fills the room.

A perpetual reality
of a disillusioned life.
I scream inside, praying
no one hears, but someone
knows. Recognizing my scream
as their echo.

A fateful resurrecting
of realities.
Only understood
within each other.