Nicotine

Twist my tongue with your arms of smoke,

The clouds now erupting from

Mountains on fire,

Bruising the innocent air,

With a harsh grey choir.

 

Throw my heart to the soot-stained floor,

Lungs collapsing even before

I can waltz,

Scaling the mountains I fantasized,

As a child knee-deep in schmaltz.

 

Then spit out those mint dreams,

And light up another

As the moon lingers meek,

The night choking, broken,

Crying stars down purple cheeks.

 

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