‘rainbow_struck’
you lit your cigarettes
with the blazing stars,
and the smoke that curled
from your lips was:
your hopes and fears,
fantasies and desires,
your unspoken wishes at 3 am.
the neon lights illuminated you
as you took another drag,
sending your esoteric dreams
into the burning heavens,
the violent sky.
“she was a fallen angel” - (via @flowurygogh)
arse-thetic