Nitrous Oxide feels too cold in my nostrils. I imagine it is like the steam of a freezer in some horrid heat, condescending and twirling in cold clouds as I unwillingly inhale vapor into my lungs. 807 more words
Look out the window, am I there?
Street lamps as stemless wine glasses the lights are sentinels
raining the avenue dust as snow.
Threaded the dark is, with blunted color as though the painter… 59 more words