smoke sneaks around
the walls of a room
slips in
between the lines
catching the glances
that linger
then shy away

redhanded

bursts of colour
break up
the
light
words
that given a chance may pass
greater chance however
for them
to
slide
past the nooks of the furniture
nestling
in the dark pockets
safe.
seperate.
from the worlds we inhabit

today

~ scribbled it on the back of a recipt in a room full of people

a day maybe 2 ago