Comfy-Corner

i sit alone cigarette in hand, the smoke from it’s flickering end licks at the chapped frame of my nearby window; I watch the   cloud swirl upwards toward the studded sable sky   as I breathe in deep trying to settle the restless   Beast nestled behind the warmth of my oceanic eyes, (he doesn’t like quiet evenings spent at home.) the cool evening air brushes against my freckle-kissed cheeks and   stirs the collar of my   unbuttoned shirt, sending goosebumps trailing down my outstretched arms until I shiver into   the well-worn chair   I have found myself curled up on like it is my unlucky throne. i’m not