crawling up chasms
that I had dived into
pure, out of ashes
left by stale cigarettes
the nighttime, a cloak
shed your skin and rejoice
for you, I’d be empty
pour yourself into me
the noise had stopped
the silence was fleeting
rhetorical solipsism
crawling up chasms
that I had dived into
pure, out of ashes
left by stale cigarettes
the nighttime, a cloak
shed your skin and rejoice
for you, I’d be empty
pour yourself into me
the noise had stopped
the silence was fleeting
