Smoke me into your lungs.
Breathe me in slow,
as if you’re savoring
something dangerous
but necessary.
Let me flow through you,
your chest,
your bloodstream,
your thoughts
until I reach your brain
and settle there,
quietly unraveling the edges
of what you thought you knew.
Let me blur your vision,
soften the sharp parts
until all that’s left
is warmth and ache.
Let me live beneath your skin,
humming low,
like a secret you keep
but never tell.
Exhale me,
and I’ll still linger
in the spaces between breaths,
in the soft hush
before sleep.
I don’t want to be forgotten.
I want to be felt.
Like smoke that leaves its trace
long after the fire is gone.
Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 10:36 AM UTC
Smoke me into your lungs.
Breathe me in slow,
as if you’re savoring
something dangerous
but necessary.
Let me flow through you,
your chest,
your bloodstream,
your thoughts
until I reach your brain
and settle there,
quietly unraveling the edges
of what you thought you knew.
Let me blur your vision,
soften the sharp parts
until all that’s left
is warmth and ache.
Let me live beneath your skin,
humming low,
like a secret you keep
but never tell.
Exhale me,
and I’ll still linger
in the spaces between breaths,
in the soft hush
before sleep.
I don’t want to be forgotten.
I want to be felt.
Like smoke that leaves its trace
long after the fire is gone.
