Streetlights and headlamps
Pepper the film of wet smoke
Wafting from her lips

Shivers down the spine
The raspy touch of sharp blade
Scraping down the neck

As I walk the road
My footsteps spill, onto streets
Of distant cities

Yellow bulldozer
Crawling, like a living thing
That can reproduce

Papery grey ash
Sinking in the air, drowning
The mind in static

Stench of formalin
As I mend, with deep sutures
Life's littered limbs


Inspired by these words of @thy_me_basil.

A part of my mind
gets drenched in a falling rain,
that does not exist.

Coffee spots, ink blots
Colonise the petri dish
Of an idle mind