…I used to sit smoking on the windowsill of your bedroom window, not knowing anything…

Dying little deaths in & out of bed,

hollowed-out heads

rapid-shallow breath.

 

Cigarette sparks illuminate the dark;

drifting away in another

insignificant, unnoticed display…

 

The promises all fade away,

this became just another day,

one more entry wound into my brain.

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