My lungs are on fire.
Tendrils of smoke lace around me,
Dancing between my fingers,
Sputtering out of my nose.
I breathe in deep.
I’m coughing.
My throat is on fire.
The more I quench it,
The hotter it burns,
Licking my spine,
My gut.
I’m dizzy.
My skin is on fire.
Or is it yours?
Flames scorch my hips,
Caressing my legs,
The inferno consuming me.
I’m luminescent.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
My lungs are on fire.
Tendrils of smoke lace around me,
Dancing between my fingers,
Sputtering out of my nose.
I breathe in deep.
I’m coughing.
My throat is on fire.
The more I quench it,
The hotter it burns,
Licking my spine,
My gut.
I’m dizzy.
My skin is on fire.
Or is it yours?
Flames scorch my hips,
Caressing my legs,
The inferno consuming me.
I’m luminescent.
