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Strawberry Smoke


Your name on my lips for the first time in months.

Im so nervous

because it doesnt feel real

like the strawberry smoke that gets caught in the tangles of my hair

scratches at the inside of my lungs

and burns me from the inside out

and reminds me of you

and how i am afraid to speak

because my words are scorching

and burns my throat with my nervousness

like tequila

like what i imagine tequila taste like

starting bitter on the tongue and warms like honey

on the walls of my throat getting hotter

is burning me

makes me shove a lime between my teeth

biting back my words

as it settles and I can feel it

hot and heavy there

unatural and strange but wanted

and I want you to go away

like the flavor of your aftertaste

behind my teeth

on my tongue

until there isn't a trace of you left

but you're still there like the strawberry smoke

still caught in the tangles of my hair.

 
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