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  • Sweet Melancholy

    This overcast isn't on the radar. It isn't anywhere but here. I find myself fading into a dusky mist, addicted to smoke. I never had one before, (well, I had you) but I believe I can feel it tugging at my lungs. With the…

  • Solar

    Paging through you, we picked flowers in the moonlight. As sun-kissed gardens cooled in the west wind, we were swept away, dropped into soft pockets of updrafts, and lifted lightly over rumbling thunderheads. Cello breez…

  • Murmur

    You breathed it out so softly, "smoke" was the word, and your breath came slowly. Your lungs burned brightly, painfully, beautiful. Your arms were ridden with heart attack, arteries cracked and faded. Mottled violet vein…

  • Blockade

    I walked a couple blocks tonight, in the dead of night closed in with etherial darkness. Paging through a thousand musical nights, surrounded. This city, one of crumbling sidewalks, rusted wrought-iron fences sings etern…

  • Decay

    I'm suffocating. Perhaps it's the noble gases in the air. They flood our lungs, make us weak, and when lightening strikes, our breath glows jewel-bright. You see, the moment you broke the neon sign, our lives flashed bef…

  • Of Grey...

    Out smoking a cigarette, everyone's out on the field. Your dreams are yielding something strange. How can you say you don't remember? You can stare into the smoke as long as you want, I swear, it won't tell you a thing. …

  • Circulating

    "Intoxicated, again," he spit the words like a curse. "But I swear I'm telling the truth." But of course, he'll never believe me. No matter how many slurred words I string together, I'll always be one step behind. You s…

  • Colorless

    Out of fields of violets, your valentine eyes rise, a beacon to my torture at the end of this long highway. Lightening reaches out, and we fall short of glory meant only for us. Then we wed ourselves to the bride of lies…

  • Quitting

    You're out smoking your last cigarette; you promised you'd quit last month. I stopped believing you a long time ago. You can try to shut out anything, but you can't forget everything. You can't even hear this. it's too p…

  • Countless

    I blink out the water that fell from above; it almost feels like tears. I always said I could never let this happen, and here I am, almost shutting him out. Maybe I don't want him, maybe it's a lie. I know, I know, I nev…

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