The smoke curled in my yawning mouth
and I choked. I am clouding my lungs
and surely the poison is flowing
freely through each blue vein; this is merely damage control.
It is not beautiful
or romantic
or tragic, or any of that horseshit.
It is business and impersonal and clinical.
It is the art of dying slowly but it is not for display.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 12:15 AM UTC
The smoke curled in my yawning mouth
and I choked. I am clouding my lungs
and surely the poison is flowing
freely through each blue vein; this is merely damage control.
It is not beautiful
or romantic
or tragic, or any of that horseshit.
It is business and impersonal and clinical.
It is the art of dying slowly but it is not for display.
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