I cover the strident stench of lies
with menthol candy drops,
It clings to my skin like beads of sweat.
I hold ten notes in clammy palms;
Nine on left and one in right.
I hand them to my mother,
Nine crisp notes and a crumpled truth;
Don’t get too close — I wreak of nicotine.
~ Inori
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 6:30 AM UTC
I cover the strident stench of lies
with menthol candy drops,
It clings to my skin like beads of sweat.
I hold ten notes in clammy palms;
Nine on left and one in right.
I hand them to my mother,
Nine crisp notes and a crumpled truth;
Don’t get too close — I wreak of nicotine.
~ Inori
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