and also makes my exhales ambiguous with the smoke puffs
The snow serves as my tray,making the crumbs of ash stand out
Out they stand,lifeless against the anaemic background
And also standing out,are, the trickling drops of maroon from my exit wound
But disappointingly,what does not stand out
Are the tears rolling down
They get engulfed into an oblivion,as soon as they meet the snow….