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LM 7d
Despite your fear,
Despite your pain,
We stand together.

Our gazes meet,
To ease the grief,
To mend old wounds.

We won't last forever,
But for now I refrain;
For your agony is mine.
  Aug 31 LM
badwords
Stained are teeth, and fingers yellow,
Softly whispered lies we keep.
Smoke unfurls in breath so mellow,
Promising but sinking deep.

Coiling tendrils, soft and clever,
Lull the mind in fleeting grace.
Cinder ghosts that warm, yet sever,
Leave their embers on the face.

Every spark—a pledge unwinding,
Every drag—a weight we bear.
Sworn to comfort, yet confining,
Clinging to a thinning air.
Nicotine is a tightly structured, lyrical poem that explores the tension between fleeting comforts and the greater aspirations we often neglect. Using nicotine as both a literal and metaphorical device, the poem examines the small indulgences we cling to—despite knowing their cost—drawing a parallel to the broader human tendency to accept self-deception for the sake of temporary relief.

Through vivid imagery of smoke, stained fingers, and fading embers, the poem evokes a sense of quiet resignation, underscoring the slow erosion of will beneath a comforting but insidious habit. The rhythmic AB meter reinforces the hypnotic cycle of desire and consequence, mirroring the way these comforts lull us into complacency.

At its core, Nicotine is a confrontation—a mirror held up to our daily rationalizations, asking whether we truly seek change or merely the illusion of control. The introspective tone invites readers to reflect on their own vices, however small, and consider what they may be sacrificing in the name of fleeting ease.
LM Aug 28
My final letter:
An elegy to friendship,
A knife in your back.

My solace is in your laughter,
In your kindness,
In your heart.

My touch-starved soul yearns
To return to your embrace,
To come home.
  Aug 16 LM
Sabrina Shapiro
Alluring sun's warmth
Melting bonds which bore freedom
Was it worth the fall?
LM Aug 6
A thousand lies
A thousand tries
To escape

Promise to me-
Promise you'll be
Able to shape this
Anatomy of mine

A thousand years
A thousand tears
I will wait

Now I see that this body of mine-
My heart and soul aligned-
Matches my mind
LM Aug 6
In a sea of your tears,
Algid saltwater trickles down my throat,
Ice burning my lungs.

Each droplet of water in this vast ocean,
Is a memory of you,
And an opportunity lost.

You beg me to keep fighting,
To ignore the allure of inky abyss,
But I can't tell the surface from the seabed.

Beneath glassy waves I sink,
Isolated in endless blue,
Drowning in perpetual silence.
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