she sits under a tree
the hand holding her death rests on her knee
a flicker. a flame.
a brief candle that ignites a halo onto the origami of fragile paper
packed with the earth that mercies no name
she breathes in the warmth
she breathes out her worries
silver smoke dances free
up, up, up to the heavens
twirling through the twigs and the leaves
of the dappled green patchwork canopy of the tree
she
sucks in. cheekbones.
ash threatens to crumble
hanging on to the halo
only just.
breathe in, breathe out.
maybe she's just another hell-bent teen
all drugged up on nicotine
with glowing embers held near to her lip,
of what could create a crescendo of chaos
a beast of destruction
pinched between her thumb and fingertip
she breathes in sin
out, the beautiful toxic oxygen
tap tap.
the ash falls.
YOU ARE READING
have a little faith
Poetry"between fallen angels and shooting stars i'm losing sleep tonight" {cmg} - some poems i wrote. please enjoy x
