Blue skin

I’m craving a sweet smokey inhale

My shutters are teasing at the hinge

only letting in half of the day

I’ve got my toes crunched under my shins

the cool tea bags aren’t soothing my eyes

As I try to remove the tired from them

The roads are jerking me around

My legs need a shave

There’s too much crowding my mind and stiffening my chest

I can’t give out the energy I want to 

Sour spirits are targeting me 

I feel like over kneaded dough

My skin is sweating sticky spills

I’ve got snow spits in my hair

The sun is out, waiting for me

But I’m fine watching it dance without me for today


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