8:58 pm
fog on her glasses
from the still steaming tea.
a book in her hand
as she casually reads.
a catch in her breath
as the climax grows near.
she's deaf to the world;
the books all she can hear.
she's now completely lost,
in a world alone with
fictional characters that don't exist;
but in her mind they do.
or perhaps she is found
in this strange paper world
that's far, far from ground.
that's far from the sad reality she has.
YOU ARE READING
intoxicated // poetry || 01
Poetry[ book 01 - completed ] emotions are not meant to be bottled up, and i knew at the second your breath intoxicated my lungs, that emotions were meant to be wild, spread out, and if you can survive the journey, it'll be one hell of a story. ███████...
