Day Two: My Jaw Aches

Spiral snakes spin up and out
Ephemeral slinkies from my ears
Smoking like a golem
Iron flakes rise on thermal need
Seeing red, and pink and orange
And flames that will never light again
A little stick shaped like a chain
A thin paper skin stuffed with death
And inside
I know
All I want
Is another gray haze exhaled,
But blue it rises from
My little white lie.