Nov 2017
You linger
in the darkest corners
of my periphery.
Though you'd never know it.
These words aren't even mine to stay.

You could be anybody
I don't care
I can already taste
your fingers
entwined in the tangles of my hair
I'm already choking
on the smoke
I inhale
as I trace your fingerprints
you indented upon my skin
after we shared oxygen
and for a moment
were so lost
we didn't care if that lurid breath was our last.
Amelia Vandergast
Written by
Amelia Vandergast  27/F/Manchester, UK
(27/F/Manchester, UK)   
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