(no subject)
grime.
i can feel the grime
crusting in the corners of my bones
under wavelanks of endless skin
stretching across miles of dirty sheets
& I inhale for one more choking squeeze
then, give death a kiss
just to taste it
just enough
to feel it’s hot breath upon my neck
and watch the curl of smoke
drifting from satin lips
eyes red and wanting
but all we have
is this placebo
of the love
we’ll never know
(while sober)