it is raining,
with a smokiness
lisping through the
stifling air.
the haze tightens
its fist around my
neck - red tremors
in my eyes
the trembles of the
fog are grace in my
ears; but smoke alarms
still tick in these halls.
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC
it is raining,
with a smokiness
lisping through the
stifling air.
the haze tightens
its fist around my
neck - red tremors
in my eyes
the trembles of the
fog are grace in my
ears; but smoke alarms
still tick in these halls.
stumbling through dreams
