the smell of stale rum and stale smoke hangs lifeless

empty bottles gather in empty rooms

the silence you craved crashes against deaf ears

it's the unheard birds and the missing fireflies

grating like teeth into wooden walls

the musty scent of an animal caged dampens the fires

gritty nails claw at pale skinned visions

to holographic to be real

the scent of you still lingers among the snow drifts