I won’t sink anymore
She was breathing in the drastic darkness
as it gulped us down.
I’m in a good place
Wandering the passenger seat for someone’s noisy sobs
before finding them in her own throat.
I’m so tired
So she flicked on the lighter
No, happy
and drew it toward her eyes
until her face began to melt behind the flame’s watery haze.
Pretty tired
I turned my head and
the cigarette I had seen tottering
between her teeth had become a rolled up
page of Silverstein with Where the Sidewalk Ends
curling slowly toward her lips.
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 12:14 PM UTC
I won’t sink anymore
She was breathing in the drastic darkness
as it gulped us down.
I’m in a good place
Wandering the passenger seat for someone’s noisy sobs
before finding them in her own throat.
I’m so tired
So she flicked on the lighter
No, happy
and drew it toward her eyes
until her face began to melt behind the flame’s watery haze.
Pretty tired
I turned my head and
the cigarette I had seen tottering
between her teeth had become a rolled up
page of Silverstein with Where the Sidewalk Ends
curling slowly toward her lips.
inspired by a distraught friend
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