foxtongue: (misery)
foxtongue ([personal profile] foxtongue) wrote2009-09-23 12:41 am
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my heart drains

And then, unexpected, the smell of cigarettes mixed with blood, as if you are beneath my window, about to throw a stone.

My belly hollows, my already pale emotions dissipate. I am caught in the intimate, unkind glare of my own sharp headlights, memories of what we've known, emptied, wondering when change is going to come, when I will finally begin to be free.

[identity profile] mckenzee.livejournal.com 2009-09-23 01:19 pm (UTC)(link)
I dated a girl whose car always smelled of menthol and musk...

actually, I dated three, married one.

[identity profile] porphyre.livejournal.com 2009-09-23 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
I find, in moderation, in that way where they are barely present, cigarette smoke can even be comforting, but that is from a long time ago, a hold over from another set of memories, an entirely different past.