self // destruct

My shirts are getting loose again.

I thought of tying nooses in

The rafters of my hideaway

To maybe find a change of pace.

I haven’t kicked the habit;

I still have it

Tucked between my lips—

A cigarette, a lighter flip.

I can’t comprehend why

I force myself to write about

How I feel living in this old town,

How I have to force a smile now,

And the friends who helped me talk out. 

There’s whiskey breath

On my smoking gun;

There’s a fire escape

Through my burning lungs.

Kiss the stars one last time.

Shoot the moon when the night

Draws near.

Fight for the sun, and it’s flickering light.

Join me here.


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