(Poems) – smog

Death and me falling into the pale—

that inky whiteness fogged with

a thousand tongues of flickering smoke.

the mist tastes like ash.

my fingers are choking

and the only sounds I can hear are paper burning 

And my own unheard pleading.

precipice, 

downfall,

silence.

One response to “(Poems) – smog”

  1. Scary. But I love it, though.😂🤚

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