VOCITA.

         _{THERE IS LITTLE DIFFERENCE TO HOW YOUR FLESH FEELS ,  the   cold  neither  brings   you   comfort   or   discomfort .  A   thinly   fitted   black   sweater  ,   obsidian curls  , skin   the   color   of   russet   contrast    against   the   pale   city    of     Seattle    ink    matte   talons  seeking   for   a  lighter.}   

_{‹  hey    you    got   a   light? ›  / @crankbugs}

_{SIMPLE QUESTION,  SIMPLE ANSWER .   perhaps if it had been another human,  one able to hold sight beyond the   SELFISH   nature of their own punitive,  albeit repetitive thoughts,  the aforementioned would apply .}

_{feet cross,  eyes scramble to meet darkened flesh covering voice .}

_{‘ you know if you’re a   SMOKER?    you should probably look into getting a    LIGHTER . ‘}