smoke licks the walls,
seep through the cracks,
finding me on the other side,
I inhale,
tasting you at the back of my throat,
hard in my head,
I float.
Blood cells go black,
I fade,
into bright embers,
return to the earth.
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 4:16 AM UTC
smoke licks the walls,
seep through the cracks,
finding me on the other side,
I inhale,
tasting you at the back of my throat,
hard in my head,
I float.
Blood cells go black,
I fade,
into bright embers,
return to the earth.
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