smoke is within me,
inside my rusting lungs,
seeping through the
puckered lips of my rib cage
kissing the fragile walls
and leaving charcoal markings
in shapes of fingerprints.
please stop leaving
traces
all over my body.
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
smoke is within me,
inside my rusting lungs,
seeping through the
puckered lips of my rib cage
kissing the fragile walls
and leaving charcoal markings
in shapes of fingerprints.
please stop leaving
traces
all over my body.
