It rises and falls
Deathwish spreading
I’m not immune to it
Hard-boiled eggs swallowed
We’ll paint the nails black
“It’s ok if you open your palms.”
Love is immune to it
Cigarette smoke can’t reach you
The yellow gets you
And I understand it
And it completes you
My eyes follow you around
Spread the petulant creams
My fingers taste the blood,
Quivering with an end to it all
Thirst for the taste
Dirty lips
Moisturized with the perfect embalming agent
I know you
My throbbing death wish
You flirt with me and then leave me blue…
Cling on to life
The shaking trigger itching for that
Orgasmic end
Formaldehyde, encase me in eternal sleep
And the smell of ammonia
Running through your thighs
Waking up the dead
I know how you felt
Skin-on-skin
I smell your sweat
I swear you were hiding somewhere
Here
Underneath
And deeper into the recesses of mind
A natural end
To an emerging deathwish
Throbbing for life.
© A.R. Minhas
Best poem I’ve seen on smoking yet. I struggle with it terribly.
Yeah, I’m not as bad as some people but it’s getting a little out of control
Addictions tend to lol