Dust

Memories that hide in the dirt,
hide from the booze in a broken bottle
and burn the ends of untouched cigarettes.
Memories that pierce the veins and rust my thoughts.

As time crawls over my tattooed skin
and dissolves in a languid nosebleed,
I find myself frozen in the shadow of her grin.

An image that spins in my head. One I can\'t forget
or encase in the precise fumes of a cigarette

A dream is stubbed before it burns...