I need to quit smokingA Poem by Susannah Raecigarettes...
Cold plastic watches me watch it spill over and belch the stinking butts forth. Dollar store ashtrays are always too small. The poison snow flurries a fine layer of asbestos to dust the edges. The last of the living embers trace faint curls of smoke above my homage to terminal disease, my tribute to not giving a f**k. I know. I know that they whisper lies that I know are lies. I let them wrap me in their undulating seduction. In that moment, as I light my next cig, I could almost swear they were telling the truth.
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