Literature
Cigarettes and Strangulation
It all feels so hazy
like a cloud of smoke
the oxygen dimineshes.
The thought of breathing you in,
you are like toxic to my lungs;
I collapse.
With one big breath, I am back on my feet,
everything is so unclear,
like a foggy winter morning;
your love is invisible.
A pack and a half later
It is hard to inhale your chemicle romance.
My throat feels raw,