Response Poem 3: Jasmine


(Response to: "In Search of Evanescence")

Smoke

My skin's cracking open
there's smoke oozing out
I can't tell if there's something burning inside me or rotting

There's smoke pouring out the cracks on my thighs 
I can see it slip out my skirt
It's an odd feeling
I don't know if it is destroying me
or bringing me back to life.

I've been navigating this city sleepless,
Sometimes I find skin dissipating
I'm only flesh now.
This skin, this smoke,
I can't tell the difference somehow.

There's smoke thumping out the cracks of my skull
Now my head rests in a cloud
My eyes somehow don't burn in this smoke
Though they water and I just weep along.

I navigate this city sleepless
My person-hood is becoming the noise of car horns
What shook me previously,
doesn't make me blink anymore.

My body is disintegrating, drifting towards
the smoke, the sewage and the noise
of this city
I know only evanescence and I eat it  
This city removes and stores parts me in dark spaces
I've been navigating this city sleepless
I can't tell any longer noise from melody
And air from smoke.

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