As the air fills with smoke,
the haze nudges my body awake.
warm sensations at a slow rumble,
morphing into hot air,
it’s almost dirty, I say.
each orifice pulsating,
vile heat, dry heat
a reptilian existence.
The physical world tilts,
as halting revelations crystallize,
the psyche exist in pieces of stray paper notes,
in starts and stops.
all melded into the appearance of a creature,
simply stinking, dry, and desperate.