Your Smoke

Exhale 

The hallowed parts of my heart 

Held tight by silk webs stretched across 

The liquid movement 

My feet don't touch the floor

Tilting room

Spinning slowly 

No one noticed 

The shadows seem obscene 

Cracked skylights let the night in 

Exhale 

standing still 

I 

Inhale 

Until the facade falls 

Like the  silk webs stretching 

Between the 

Geometry that moves in me

Moments we say nothing 

Born this way 

That's why we pray 

And linger longer 

Until laughing fills the silence 

Easily 

standing 

Just out of your reach 

I was made for shattered dreams 

Exhale 

Your smoke into the sky 

-Poetic Angel