she could hear him
zipping his pocket back up,
a toxic smell
puncturing the air.
"could you stop
smoking?"
eyes roll and
a stream of smoke slithers
from between his lips.
"could you stop breathing?"
YOU ARE READING
bits&pieces
Poetrybut darling, there are thousands who would kill to be you, despite your bits and pieces ○○○ And here I am, back at it again with the turning faults and flaws into tragic beauties- or so they say. Please let me know what you think! ~lowercase intend...
