cigarette smoke.

eve's apple is a bitter one

i'll crash down on mercury-laced sand. dig my feet into the glass and spill out my fears into the desert ― maybe they'll come out blue and i'll drown in a newly made beach so you can enjoy it. seaweed green water because my eyes go sun-spotted under the gold of the morning star.

- you'd want something like that, right? a desert swimming with salt-water and the husks of a worn-down gutted dream? worm food and cacti fall apart under the waves and they'll prickle your feet, but you won't realize until it's too late because time goes fast when you're having fun.

(you won't realize i'm gone until it's too late, too. because time flies by when you're having fun.)

though, i'm not much fun, am i?