The rushing feeling
That drives my blood to a boil
When the smoke fills my lungs
Hands shaking from pure glee
As I exhale the once blue into grey
Now for round two
The brown paper touching my lips
Already before I suck in
I can feel my body shiver
With the longing of smoke
To fill my tared lungs again
I choke
Coughing out little pieces of throat
Watching the blood dribble to the pavement
Great...
The emphysema's kicking in
Time to breathe in again
With the boo boo stick to my lips
Author notes
Cinder
I will love you untill the end of time
A contest entry
- True Euphoria by Simple-Fairytale.
575 points, ended September 24, 2007, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is a very interesting write. These "boo boo sticks", I'm not sure if I know exactly what they are...
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Thank you and boo boo sticks are cigarettes. Something me and a friend call them. =)
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gotcha.
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nifty name
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