specks of you have cluttered
the atmosphere, tracing the
skyline with the embers of your
I breathe through the musky winds
my lungs pick up the remains of ash
left over from forest fires.
all darkness floods my surrounding.
miles away from the memories
i backtrack to you with the words like
the glaring eyes shooting back
through the mirror, inches
from your touch
i flinch at the very
thought of this continuous cruelty.
each day weakening
as smiles turn into straight
pale lines along my arms.
picking up the pieces over and over again
only to find myself bleeding on
the bathroom floor.