fags on my right
A ring on my left
Empty hefty words
Pourin’ round my salted wound
The secret of life
Dangling in sight
On the tips
Of my own palm
A fag- my death sentence
A ring-a lover’s promise
Stories of my bullshit youth
Lapidating in my head
Inhale.
Exhale.
Taste those salty tears.
Inhale. Exhale.
smoking up my gaze
On my cool steel ring
A lazy afternoon
Escapading
between my soft soft sheets
the sole companions-
my Cigarettes
my Coffee
And my beautiful lover’s ring
My good girl
My good girl
Have you been good?
Have you been nice?
Inhale.
Exhale.
My good girl
My good girl
What have ye done?
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