I'm the forlorn cigarette
you once placed so fervently
between soft lips;
Now I lay cast between
the cracks of the sidewalks sidewalks sidewalks.
Anticipating a
Slow Death; growing claustrophobic--
ensconced in my callous/caustic confines.
Trampled into the concrete crevice by
hastened footsteps;
My desolation denotes the sad dictum
that is my denigration.
A slow digestion of a stubborn body
created like the concrete to be trodden by wandering soles
stamping out their fleeting existence.
Dissolute, wishing to burn;
I long for your taste again.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC
I'm the forlorn cigarette
you once placed so fervently
between soft lips;
Now I lay cast between
the cracks of the sidewalks sidewalks sidewalks.
Anticipating a
Slow Death; growing claustrophobic--
ensconced in my callous/caustic confines.
Trampled into the concrete crevice by
hastened footsteps;
My desolation denotes the sad dictum
that is my denigration.
A slow digestion of a stubborn body
created like the concrete to be trodden by wandering soles
stamping out their fleeting existence.
Dissolute, wishing to burn;
I long for your taste again.
