it's cold as ice,
lights out,
music in my ears loud,
breathe thrice.
tumble glass around,
between thumbs and fingers,
breath lingers,
before spinning away passed dry lips without a sound.
open mouth
closed mouth
open mouth
closed mouth
would i really?
yes i would.
"count the breaths. count them. that'll help"
with music pounding
lights away
the breaths slowly stop
until there are none left to count
and a wish starts becoming stronger & stronger
like a star falling towards you
a wish for the air
to be replaced
by water.
YOU ARE READING
unsmiling
Poesíai could call this 'poetry' or 'my poetry' but this really is just a scramble of words. kinda like a blog of some sort. I sometimes need to write something down and I do have a little notebook with scribbles and scrabbles but I thought it would be ki...
