The taste lingers in my mouth and my lips feel dry…
Mucus,gathering in my throat doesn’t feel quite right yet.
But I take another drag on my cigarette,
Watching insignificant blue smoke curl up,
higher and higher into nothingness.
White smoke rushes out,
masking my vision.
But that’s fine, I feel more in control now.
Tapping against the coaster.
Settling more comfortably into my seat,
I see clearly through the screen of my own creation.
What matters truly and what doesn’t,
What the years will do to you and what moments can unravel.
I sit here, bathed in white.
And in those moments,
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