Bombshell:

Contrails of my thoughts exit through my mouth

Drifting hazily up to the ceiling

Watch with curiosity as they scatter

Little armies of cowardly soldiers

Sigh and turn

Skin feeling soft and warm

My strength exits through my eyes

Sliding slowly down my cheek

Melting glaciers form dark rivers

Taste their saltiness, for sure they won't be sweet

Silence muffles my memories

Ruby lips and ruby nails take another drag