coracaodacripta

Jan 30 2024

Smoking the madness

Like a cigarette Thanks to

A perfect stranger

 

And smoke emerges

From my parted lips that have

Become a tar stained

 

Vent of a homely

Cabin by the lake. It rains

To wet my sunken

 

Eyes, as tears tend to-

As a blanket provides warmth

In the absence of

 

Embrace.