Second Hand
Toxic haze curling thickly
In your lungs, my name
Exhaled, dripping in smoke.
An escape of breath, another drag.
Your lips on mine, regret,
The flavor of the night.
Smokey and bitter
And filling my lungs.
On the verge of emotion,
You pull away, eyes glazed,
My soul following, vaporous,
Thin and second hand.
Copyright © Hannah Gilliland | Year Posted 2012
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