Bus Stop Smoker

Your breathing’s too loud

You purse your lips

To exhale

My eyes narrow and

I curl my lip

Stare straight ahead

Try not to breathe at all

 

The morning air is frozen

And it bites the flesh

But your breath is warm

And acrid

Foul

As it scorches our lungs

I want to throttle you

Rip our death sentence

From your ugly mouth

 

Instead I stand up

Toss my head back

And huff with disdain

 

You ignore me

Neanderthal posture

Holding you barely upright

 

 

Man I hope you choke.

Reviews

[Chirpy!]

I read this to my aunt and she freaked a bit but I loved it. I hope that doesn't mean something bad...

[EMP]

i really like this poem, not just because it's about the person i hate (it is right?), your imagery is really good, and it just flows so well:

The morning air is frozen
And it bites the flesh
But your breath is warm
And acrid
Foul
As it scorches our lungs
I want to throttle you
Rip our death sentence
From your ugly mouth

fabulous.

[Beatrice Mars]

Rip our death sentence
From your ugly mouth

Love it! You described the feeling of suffocating so well!