not real.

My soul is leaking

Spiraling around my fingers

Wispy tendrils mix in with

the smoke of each exhale

The fire inside my throat

is choking me as

the smoke billows out and stings my eyes

I see my fingers melt away

Hissing as they dissipate

into thin air

​

Until I’m just a pile

of brittle bones

and broken promises

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