At first, my lungs burned with rejection
I felt confined, as if I was suffocating
I cried out in desperation
Over time, they surrendered to my deadly addiction
Weakly complying,
No longer fighting
I inhaled the warm poison,
Watching as it lazily curled around me and rose
One day my body would succumb to it
My soul gave up a long time ago
This is what I wanted
It was slowly killing me
And I smiled bitterly
Deafening silence consumes me with ashes and desolation
I'll smoke my organs away until my anticipated expiration.
M.M.
P.S. Don't smoke, kids.🚬
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A Painting of Thoughts
Poetry❝My psyche was dripping with vivid azure and blustery orange colors, so I painted something with them...something distorted yet beautiful, and full of wonder❞ 🌊🍁
