Sweet symphonies of anesthesia and delicate blue petals, suffocating my God designed esophagus, as I choked on the raw nicotine, I decided to swallow by choosing my air preference. The long silver needle was making an entrance and cutting my little blue river as I suck a magnetic breath in. The toxins swam in me like the licking flames of you're lies. A foul sigh left my dry mouth and my boned chest felt hollow. I was looking at the big light, contemplating the gracefulness of it all. I was no longer worth of living. Just a sack of bones and inside ashes were left. I got incinerated after all, and I enjoyed the disintegrating sensation.
By: Paulina E. Mojica Narváez
November 5, 2013
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Three souls of mine
PoetrySo I'm basically writing this sort of poems based on my emotions and daily life. To help some of the readers understand what they are feeling. If any of you need advices or anything don't mind to ask.
