I FLICK MY CIGARETTES TOO OFTEN / by Satah, literature
Literature
I FLICK MY CIGARETTES TOO OFTEN /
tonight i watched firey rot eat its way closer to my fingers
and tried to keep my hand steady
and to not breathe out of my nose
as i pressed my fingers against my lips
curious to see how long the ash could hold itself together
a dead thing
clinging to a dying thing
as it takes the life out of the rest