Writing / Poetry
Smoke
Nicholas Ilechie / / 1 min read
They watched me move,
misreading fire for silence.
I gave nothing, yet left everything behind.
The space I occupy burns.
Still… they hunger, reaching for smoke.
K.
Writing / Poetry
Nicholas Ilechie / / 1 min read
They watched me move,
misreading fire for silence.
I gave nothing, yet left everything behind.
The space I occupy burns.
Still… they hunger, reaching for smoke.
K.