fire

words my ghostly threads.
weaving a cloak of colour.
still not being seen.

others make cheddar.
it’s bread and water for me.
a leper scrounging.

molten snow on ice.
my face a blizzard confused.
where’s the road i’m on?

cheese, liquor and fags.
harsh words excuses for vice.
let me kill myself.

the bottle empty.
beer stained memories foggy.
mind clears, sunny now.

in and out like ghost.
spiders crawling under skin.
wish i could squash it.