Sep 2018
smoke trails behind me
like the scar that runs down my wrist.
the smoke is wrapped around my eyes, too,
so i stumble
as the smoke envelops my body
and whispers in my ears.
like the scar that runs down my wrist.
the smoke is wrapped around my eyes, too,
so i stumble
as the smoke envelops my body
and whispers in my ears.
ive been writing some pretty edgy stuff, huh?
