If my sky should fall as one day I know it will let mosses stitch my winding sheet wrap me in a willow shroud shot through with camomile bury me in starlight, six hands deep beneath the trees for I always was romantic then let me rest and take my ease
Flint cracks and flame errupts. Crisp green turns to charred black. Each inhale pulls clouded plumes into my lungs. The taste rolls along my tongue. In fragrant wisps my anxiety melts. Burning bad days, caressing the pain away. Glazed and glossy eyes see the silver lining through the haze.
alone i smoke the herbs, i inhale, the way you taught me, every draft, every breath, every release, you spread through my body, like a river entering the sea, flowing through my veins, the cold blood, overheating, like a hot summers day, making me meltaway