as my burned tongue sipping
cup of chai from overrated coffee chain
blown steamy spices
through inches of my wrecked
choked veins drowning in
blood.

the fall night air
makes it too cold and
heavy to breath in
people talking sounds
so foreign to this brain
strangers.

all clothed with
darkness
on them
skin ain't feel so
naked as before
i cannot sense you
warmth.