Feb 2015
what didn't ****
only gave the thrill
of dying
and when i couldn't
die in his arms, i let the
smoke, the *****, and
the night ******
the cancer inside
only gave the thrill
of dying
and when i couldn't
die in his arms, i let the
smoke, the *****, and
the night ******
the cancer inside
For a short poem contest on allpoetry.
Prompt: Infliction.
Prompt: Infliction.
