Follow Me to the River

So follow me down to the river tonight, follow my footsteps through the wooded dark, white dress flashing, laughter floating, haunted in look and feel. We'll sit by the water and run our fingers in its surface. We'll laugh as we hold our breath underwater until the air comes bubbling up and our bodies splash into the river and we slowly, slowly sink to the bottom.

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about cigarettes

The thing about cigarettes is they burn going in. Down my throat. Into my lungs. Killing me. Slowly. So I have time to savor that on last drag. Before the chemicals take over my body and blood. Comforting me, relaxing me to death. And maybe I'm inhaling all wrong. Like a rookie that thinks they're pro, but goddamn I enjoy it. I enjoy every sweet menthol breath that I pull into my lungs and savor. I feel the heat between my fingers and the crossbones between my lips but I disregard the danger I hold in my lungs.  Like that quote from the book, you smoke for comfort, you smoke to be cool, I smoke to die. 

Run

What's it like to run away? To leave and never come back? I want to know. I want to know. I want to know. 

What's it like to live away. Away from family and friends. Away from stress. I want to know. I want to know. I want to know. 

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