Coffee stains on my thumb
Nicotine stains on my ring finger
Tied down to an
                            Endless
                                    Fear driven
Cycle of
              Lips
              Lungs
              Exhale
The griping madness of losing taste and smell has
               Passed
But my sight seems to have improved
As I scour over every mole on my body
             I think of my parents
              Lips
               Lungs
                Exhale