Looking For A Way Out

Fly softly on butterfly wings,
the winds of change.
Pushing this way, and that.
Directions new and strange.

Which

When you let go,
It felt like every pore in my arm could actually breathe.
Your grasp was so tight; compacting the bones that

Emotionless
Motionle ssness
The calm after the storm
Blank pages in my book
Cause no alarm
And make no sense
All nonsense
The salty

Always the same
boring routine,
day in, day out,
I could almost scream.

Cigarette Burns

I stare at the cloud of smoke trailing from
The tip of my ultra light cigarette.
You're late again; I should