Lit it on the stove
Went outside and smoked it whole
As the black smoke caressed her lungs
The rat poison and tar instead of oxygen
She breathed deeply
Sitting on her porch serenely
Thinking of how peaceful one inhale made her feel
And the exhales too, feeling so real
As the black smoke stung the back of her throat
There is much more to life she hoped
Than sitting on your porch
Slowly killing yourself
With things that go unseen