Swallowing tears of sorrow like a bottle of cheap Scotch—
an emptiness inside, a forsaken cavity—my heart hardens.
It no longer beats, no longer bleeds. I feel nothing
but the cigarette between my finger tips—
one long drag, a puff of smoke to strangle my lungs.
The click of the lighter flicks a spark, igniting a flame.
The cigarette burns black, and I feel nothing.
Humid summer nights—
air thick as honey—
spent beneath the stars and the old oak tree.
Knees trembling, head spinning, heart fluttering—
I taste your kiss, gentle and sweet.
Flames pump through my veins,
igniting my soul and sparking my desire.
A wild blaze burns within my chest—
and you set my world on fire.
Smoke—thick and suffocating—clouds the room.
Only ashes remain, and I feel nothing.