Fermented Nostalgia

The heat has been sour for days.
Sticking its melting fingers in my mouth
And choking me.
Like the bitter taste of beer on my tongue,
Fermented the taste,
Tormented my mouth.
The sweat trickling down my
Spine and pale thighs.
Filling my lungs with staleness
And rot,
Like the smell of the lifeless brown body
We passed on busy highways
And single minded beings,
A deer.
Crushed body and bruised sides,
Dead.
The heat has been sour for days,
Bringing with it nostalgia
Of cigarette smoke filling my lungs and
Insides.
Melting my brain as I exhale the fumes.
Cradling its white body between my fingers,
Loving it and killing it all at once,
The perfect love story.