The Winter air burns cold
turning my body into a bass drum
with the beat of my heart pulsing
through my fingertips onto lit cigarettes

and it carried you up
with the smoke coming from behind my rotting teeth
lifted into the heavens by a heavy sigh
from the world as it laid itself down to rest

atop that cloudless sky
raised high on the alter of God like the lamb
the sun took from you every peice of your broken heart
and read it aloud like some secret, hidden journal

with every dirty word and every dream
you never wanted to think of again
being shown to all the bridges you ever burned
so that they might take a turn destroying you.