poetry 01

I never saw anything but thick fog. Empty silver tendrils burn across the metallic glow of ground. Here, home. I love you he said and pulled me througthick canopies of moon fed roses. They dripped like blood. They were soft and large and I pressed my hand against the thorns. Come with me he said then held me away. We got enough water. We had enough today. Sunlight was going away too. Everything smelled like metal. Come with me. I'm cold. Forever knew the sun but I'm freezing now and everything was nimb. I'm going to be okay. I couldn't see. Then I could and he called me over to take my seat by everyone else. We have nothing to smoke. Beautiful long drinks of moon dreams. Glitter burned off our skin by then. Everyone ate icecreams of snow pasted with weather glass shards. Empty dream and empty bottle. He doesn't hnderstand what I'm saying. Can we go home. Yes. She qas too young. Do you want a cigarette they asked me. And I lit if and deankvrosd murder. I was finally happy. We were empty people who slept in fog. Our brains started to clear and they told me it wasn't the cigarette. It's beautiful.