The Story Of A Teenage Dirtbag

12/02/2014

I anticipate your blistering touch which burnt like the end of our shared midnight cigarettes and persistently inhaled drags of your mouth, revealing in the way you suffocate my charred lungs. I continue to collect skeletons of your smoke within my chest, and urged you to be mindful where you scattered your smoldering cinders because they arouse wildfires that fissure my bones and reduce my body to obscured ash..