by October 27, 2020 0 comments

When the world weighs heavy upon me
I light up
My feet go from under me
Followed by my legs
Tingling up my spine
Towards my neck
Until all that’s left’s
My face disappearing
Behind a puff of smoke.

editors note:

Selfish indulgence or self-care? Let’s have a smoke and think about it… – mh clay

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