Inhale, feel the burn
Wait
Exhale, cough, stare at the rising smoke
Wait
Take another drag
Hear the crackle of the lit tobacco burning away at the paper casing
Inhale, burn, exhale, stare, repeat.
Flick away the ashes, embers momentarily glow as they float to the ground
Fireflies made of cancer that die out in a near instant.
Busy street, busy mind, buzzing nicotine high.
Lungs full of smoke, leaving traces, sewing seeds of death, blackening lines in the path the smoke burned away.
Inhale
Exhale
Repeat
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[ R E A C H ]
PoetryA compilation of poems from me, a boy with a fragile psyche, and an even more fragile sense of reality. These are my view, my perception of reality. Topics range from anything from depression, suicidal thoughts, anxiety, alcoholism, nightmares, and...
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