4.10.22

staged up

chattering jaw
open maw
fucking freezing
sight receding
blood down thighs 
and muffled cries
body killing itself
soot out of myself
my shell 
my shadow
its not even there
i'm not even here
were we even there?
are you even here?
...
....
and then, his smoke drifts into my eyes.

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