Your breath fogs the window -
it's covered in dewdrops, reflecting the green light that had just turned yellow, now red. The wind blows cold, long, breaths. hyperventilation in a red car, hands pale and clenched on a steering wheel. The road is empty, and you wish the world was, too. Your mind is not; it is foggy, covered in dewdrops, filled with red and angry thoughts. You hold your breath until the light is green again, and the only sound that could be heard is the screech of your tires. Your car is denser than the air, and your mind is denser than your body, so your trojan horse is drowning.
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Ghosts
Blue Lemon They’re in love with a ghost town, the ruins of their dreams, shattered, glass shards beneath bare feet. With blue teens, drowning in nicotine and with too much on their mind. With the reflection of someone they’ve never met, raindrops on their skin, I’m in love with your ghost town |
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