salt.
it drips down my lips and gently dances upon the swirling water.
my face ghastly yet rosy,
unbothered yet concerned.
back and forth.
i wobble as i fail to balance on both feet.
my blood races to pound against my skull.
smoke.
the toxic satisfaction of my mothers last cigarette.
i taste the deep sensation as my lungs fill with chemicals.
indescribable, for it is nothing but pure bliss.
cold.
the soldiers of kisses march neatly across my chest.
his lips meet mine,
and although he is kissing me, i know i will never kiss him.
my mind swiftly wanders back to this morning.
ice cold droplets, falling down and down and down.
they land at last
harshly,
upon the dark cave of black coffee and unbreakable habits.
