sear my lungs again.
one more time.
i want feel Your white phosphorus passion,
burning me alive,
so I can be sure that I am still breathing for air.
YOU ARE READING
n.i.m.b.u.s.
Poetrywords that pour from the veins of the sky. a collection of joyous, soul-crushing melodies, set to the tune of the desert-seaside breeze. //#539 in Poetry [2016.07.10]
