Safely Shattered

Ice, cold and tingle,
like mint that settles on my skin.
A plunge from a sudden drop into an embrace
so soft; I am fragile, like glass.
Sweet honey-laden breath mingles with mine,
and burns across my lips.

Awkward

It's like a moment stuck in an invisible net -
though honestly
I can't move because concrete boots anchor me to this catastrophe.
Somehow my stomach escapes in this devilish distraction of
smoke bomb muddied thoughts.
Now, you expect me to
focus on the outside world with this chaos?
A spectacle is born.