SmokeA Chapter by kylie giambaSmoke. Rich and full of depth, leaking the words I can't bear to say. It tells the story of us and what could have been. The pictures begin to paint themselves, like poison dancing gracefully along fragile lips. Night's full of endless possibilities and what I thought could be my forever. A mind I wanted to get lost in, hiding from the monsters lurking within. Arms I wanted to sleep in, the ones that would deliver me into a whole new world. Lips I needed to taste, sharing sweet secrets that slowly intoxicated us. Intoxication is a beautifully ironic thing. There is no control yet so much strength and courage. Like you can conqueror any mountain, any beast or demon that infiltrates your path. Well you were my demon and I believed I could conqueror you. But you are bigger than any mountain and more vicious than any beast. You, my sweet beauty, ripped me to shreds and laughed at the sight. Yet I begged for your painfully sweet touch. I ached for the pain just to know I was alive. Life pulses through my fingertips as I run them along the leather. This jacket permanently represents you and me. The fibers have been doused in the smells that embody our time. I cringe at the thought that something so small, could capture something so colossal. My burning passion for you. Your destruction of me. The sad part is, I would willingly douse myself again. But I will refrain and I will grow stronger than, the smoke. © 2014 kylie giambaFeatured Review
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