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


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

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.