nasal spray
one blast up each nostril
and your darkness begins to glow,
as my numb pain lifts its curtain
and I can smell the cinnamon of your soul,
every night its 1am
your ghost trails across a faceless moon,
a memory raced as a love embraced
and empty space is replaced by gloom,
this nasal spray is my sapphire reptile
the salt that draws the tears from blue eyes,
a weight that’s a snails world to right
when indolence takes the paw of restless fears,
