Part 2: Smoking Words

Photo by Rafael Guajardo on Pexels.com I drag on the words that you utter like a chain smoker pulling on a lit cigarette. Blowing circles in midair that send loose lips spiraling into a distant sea. Your vowels are ashed on the cusp of me. But I take the burns and watch the gray matter … Continue reading Part 2: Smoking Words

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Standing At The Cusp

Photo by S Migaj on Pexels.com We're just now seeing the ball of glowing fire Rising over the mountain top The red light is bright but nothing like fluorescence It stings the eyes, it lights up the world, It electrifies the soul, it burns out of control The shinning rays touching cold skin gives the … Continue reading Standing At The Cusp