lungs;
oh darling,
you're too strong for me;
liquor stained lungs and nicotine veins
and lips brimming with crimson.
you're the little white lines in my pupils
and the molten gold whiskey in my irises
and every pump of my angry seeping heart.
i can feel your potency,
feel it breaking my bones and crushing my organs and wrapping its burning hands around my paper throat,
but darling, i don't care if i drown,
as long as i can feel you in my lungs.
