By Nicolas Gebbia
It’s dusk already.
The flicker of my lighter
In the hazy air is almost Inspiring.
I place the lit cigarette in my mouth.
The nicotine is warm.
In this era of the world it’s the only warmth that keeps Asking for me.
Tangled in loose wires
The steady wind howls against the skeletons of buildings
illuminating the empty road is a billboard.
a picture of me, heavily edited, flashy text.
I never wanted to be a hero.
The spotlight burns my skin.
I shouldn’t have done what I did.
But I was a forest fire.
my world is beautiful like this, it’s empty, quiet, and in ruins.
It’s funny how fast the world can change,
With one word
The concrete is cold, and shattered.
I can feel the whisper of a smile.
The air is heavy and sweet.
I did it
I woke up the hero
and went to bed the villain.