Death sits atop my tongue,
Ashes dance around my thoughts.
Perched upon my skeletal frame,
Indelible bruises made of blame.

Won’t you kiss me, singe me,
Coat me in pungent smoke?
Let me feel you between my fingers
Before your scent no longer lingers.

I can taste you with every pull,
I can see you within each cloud.
I feel your absence leaking like an abscess,
My throat clawing away at cancer, to say your name
And to hear an answer.

-SLuR