Smoke Break

Lulled eyes,

Hollow cheeks,

Blood stains, 

And cheap meat.

Smoke burnt throats

And dying breaths.

Crisp frost

And packs of dread.

Air like musk

And spice

And cheap cologne

And fist fights.

Clear blue eyes

Slowly scorching

And singeing

And charring.

First he's fine

Now he's laughing

Now he's crying

Now he's wailing.

And there I sat,

On the same cold pavement,

As his insides

Spilled on to the floor.

-Rachel Javorsky