The Paper

A Poem by eriannechris

Love, breakup

But, he looked like hell
cloudy eyes, wild hair
weak smile reflecting chaos within

He had lost his way
without your light
ever illuminating the empty places

Messy ink black
the metallic taste of spilled soul darkness
covered you again

Setting me on fire
was the only way to light
the road home.

My hair always tasted better doused in smoke.