Exhale
Smell the roses
They always say while cutting their stems short
Smell the smoke
He says as it travels out of his mouth
Stay away from that, they say
But I don’t
I inhale the smoke
And its awful smell engulfs my nostrils
He says blow it
And I do
I release all the toxins into my mouth
Feeling my adrenaline kick in
The smoke exits with ease out of my mouth
I’m a natural
He says
And I believe him
Because in some way we are all choosing how long something lives
I chose to die slowly
I inhale and exhale
Inhale
And
Exhale
Life
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Sinking Deeper
PoetryBecause once the waves capture you, you'll never be able to return to safety. You learn to adapt to danger - he was my danger. - A collection of poems I wrote about him and other things -
