A little flame
A cigarette
Yourself to blame
But no regrets
A broken heart
A secret drawer
All pulled apart
All on the floor
A slitted wrist
A bottle cap
A bloody fist
A cigarette
A wingless bird
A hunter's trap
Another word
A bottle cap
A silver line
I could forget
A minus sign
A cigarette
A reckless kiss
An old cassette
A cigarette
A cigarette
A slitted wrist
A leech prefered
The chance I missed
The colours blurred
A fishing net
A hopeless debt
One last regret
A cigarette
A lonely soul
A cigarette
But why make me your cigarette?
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Poems I Almost Burned (Along with My Sanity)
PoetryWhat starts with a sandbox and ends with an epigraph? My first collection of poems.
