The chill of the night is forgotten
in the glow of the lighter
Tingling numbness at the tips of your fingers,
And you flick the wheel – sparking up.
Just a dab To get high
Paranoia but you do it.
You said, “it tastes like strawberries,”
as the smoke pours out of the pipe like honey.
it’ll be okay; what sweet lies.
stroke your hair; BENT WITH DRAGS OF STRAWBERRY.