your jumper smelt like cigarettes,
every time we embraced
your tears were sharp like grains of sand
every time you wept
salt and cigarettes
were the sent you smelt like,
after all,
all you ever did was
suffocate yourself with smoked tears
wanting the pain to escape through your mouth
and into the air
running after the little puffs of toxic drugs you breathed out
through the salty smoke of thoughts
-b.
YOU ARE READING
THE MOON WEEPS
Poetrypoetry // prose ( trigger warning. blood / suicide mentions & death hints ) [ ranked 8th in deep thinking 31/5/21 ] [ ranked 19 in poetry collection 13/6/21 ] [ ranked 101 in poetry 7/6/21 ]
