Aug 18, 2023
toxic
Its perfect form resting on the delicate curve of your lips, staining your finger-tips with a taste you can't shake, a plume of smoke wraps around your hand like chains you can't break, its red glow lighting the night.
What begins with promise and hope, just ends in ashes. You are careful not to sully your clothes but it doesn't matter - what isn't clean is on the inside, it grows with every breath.
You stamp it out to forget but the tar sticks, like a wound you can't not lick.
It brings you back down to Earth - nothing's changed, you're only sicker now.
