you’re just a pair of hands.
old now, but soft; gently creased
with nails stained
by the cigarettes that are killing you.
you smelt like smoke.
you wore your past lives around you
like a coat.
like your beauty, they lingered out of reach.
you beautiful bag of bones.
at least your eyes glisten. at least
they look like stars.
like a child, you still believe in magic.
i can see you fading.
burning out. you’ve got nothing left
to see here.
your eyes close as the sun explodes.
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 5:08 AM UTC
you’re just a pair of hands.
old now, but soft; gently creased
with nails stained
by the cigarettes that are killing you.
you smelt like smoke.
you wore your past lives around you
like a coat.
like your beauty, they lingered out of reach.
you beautiful bag of bones.
at least your eyes glisten. at least
they look like stars.
like a child, you still believe in magic.
i can see you fading.
burning out. you’ve got nothing left
to see here.
your eyes close as the sun explodes.
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