the nicotine crawling on your skin
It's 11:25. I am sitting on my laptop in the
Dark. I think about you. What are you thinking about- Probably nicotine.
The image of you taking a drag pops up in my head. I watch a fruit fly crawling
Across my screen. I wonder if you got home safe. On
Another tab, I listen to music off your
Soundcloud. Everything reminds me of you. I’m not comfortable in my own skin (anymore)
This poem is about:
Me
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