a healing scab on her wrist
ignites morbid curiousity.
deep inside.
lights a flame.

flaredimflicker.

a soundless aneurysm erupts in my
mouth and my words die,
leaving me with the burning of my
cigarette in my hands as my only
comfort.

the crisp paper curls back when i
breathe in the smoke, leaving a
black dust behind.

i want to be pulled back, layer by layer.
i want to see what is underneath.

i am nothing but dust trapped in skin.

burn me.