I fall in love with impressions,
Fingertips on fickle flesh
In a shroud I sit
As these wisps rise
In a tantalising spiral
Smoke encircles the crevices
In my palms and in my fingers,
Then dances into my nostrils
And I am choking
Retching up blood
I cannot keep breathing much longer,
Coating my heart in tar
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 8:34 PM UTC
I fall in love with impressions,
Fingertips on fickle flesh
In a shroud I sit
As these wisps rise
In a tantalising spiral
Smoke encircles the crevices
In my palms and in my fingers,
Then dances into my nostrils
And I am choking
Retching up blood
I cannot keep breathing much longer,
Coating my heart in tar
