I ache from the sensation of fire between my inner thigh
The smoke filters my sight with a new vision
I felt my ears bleed through the bass…I’ve exhausted my nerves
I held on tight to the last breath I thought would be available to me
The taste of death never before sweet, I lost my appetite to live
Words became the last belief, actions were left undone, patience became empty, and communication became unsung
You stuck your world inside of my lies
Those marble floors welcomed my abused substances
For I feel my temple losing it’s ability
I lay in completion
Until it’s time to be reborn
In the next 30 minutes.
A-Jjahlov Powell. Copyright 2018. All Rights Reserved.