Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Memories float past
like the clouds
of the smoke blown in my face
last time I went out
heavy and suffocating
but I can’t grasp
so I just inhale secondhand
as they blow past
drawing tiny bits of you
into my lungs
where they’ll cling forever
long after we’re done
blackening my insides
in a very slow burn
others have suffered
but now its my turn.

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