“This is the last one.”
I told them.
I simply can’t bear to wait a moment longer.
Glances are thrown,
eyes are rolled,
they shake their heads at my lie-
leaving me to my habit.
In an eccentric world such as ours,
with no one to call true,
this smoke gives me comfort;
concealing her evils with beauty-
a dark shadow cloaked in sunlight.
It’s pleasant
to be dependent
on something other than each other.
poem.
