(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 a...