Each breath chokes me
and I don’t need to see the paper
staining fingers between your lips -
tar drawing through your chest
you suffer all the same;
Those breaths will shorten everything
but I’ll learn to be okay;
I’ll be okay.
Author notes
I intended the "I'll" in the last line to be itallic.
Comments
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Clever!
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I really like your creative approach to smoking here, and love the drawing motif and the message. I find the multitude of plurals in the first stanza to disrupt the flow some, but other than that this is really good. Thank you for your entry.
~Diana
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