Legs under the sheet.
Dark thoughts swirling.
To entertain?
...Contemplating.
Back, against the wall,
Eyes adrift.
A pack of Pall Mall.
Heart skips a beat.
Ah forget it.
Give in.
Light a stick.
Words being sifted,
tongue almost tasting them.
Choke.
A cough?
No.
Words being held back.
One last hit,
The glow slowly fades.
Symbolic.
Die just a little bit,
with every cigarette stick.
How melancholic.
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| Painting by YukiCryHikari |
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