it is snuffing fire to forget
the feel of light on your
eyes, but the smoky stain
lingers in your hair, settling
sooty on your tongue. then:
striking a match, burning sharp
across the lips—stale cigarettes
replaced with bitter smoldering
saccharine rhymes embroidered
on the roof of your mouth. blinded
by the neon coursing through
your arteries, a high toxicity corroding
all the city lights as it eats
out your heart, the messy bruises
of internal bleeding matching
the spills of radioactive bright.
it's an addiction, in the hormones,
and the crash, knees trembling in
the dark corners, leaves a fingerprinted
trail of eyeliner and salt—reacting
into teenage, elemental.