you hold my hand under the yellow light of a baptist church praying to no god: narcotics anonymous.
you introduce me but it doesn't feel like i'm yours our clasped hands break apart as a fifth marlbolo black slips between your lips.
murmured conversations secret promises drift back and forth: and my apparition waits in the tepid night.
i shift back and forth through the golden amber haze: i could lean back into the dim scraps of pavement and no one would notice a thing.
this is going to be a series of poetic memoirs about an abusive relationship i was in a few years ago. i'll have tw in tags but it's mostly the occasional reference to SA and stuff like that.
also idk why but re-reading i just imagine someone with five cigs in their mouth at once LOL