Poetry

Lit Cigarettes

 It was a part of me all along 

I shut it out and walked away 

But simply pretending

It didn’t exist didn’t make it disappear 

And it found me again 

It knew me and it wanted me 

Wisps of smoke circling my body my legs my arms 

K issing my scars 

Tendrils curling around my heart and slowly filling up my lungs 

My brains screams

For oxygen and my body chokes on 

Thick grey desire 

For more more more 

Always more

M y fingers tremble now 

They shake all the time 

A reminder or sign 

Of my impending demise.

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