Clouds of Smoke, Raining Ashes by sk8rchik96, literature
Literature
Clouds of Smoke, Raining Ashes
Clouds of Smoke, Raining Ashes
"Just keep breathing", says Johnny.
Who knew I'd reach out to a cartoon for motivation?
As I take the last hit from the suicide stick trembling between my fingertips,
I think of this.
"Just keep breathing".
In through the nose and out of the mouth of an ex-smoker,
comes the breath of someone avoiding death.
What's worse than seeing a hearse at your grandfather's funeral?
Seeing the mass of dirt upon the green grass.
Seeing the six foot square of which this coffin is lowered in with care.
Losing all control as I remember this, lighting up yet another stick.
Someday, I will pay him a visit.
But not li
Frosted Flakes
I pour the flakes into a bowl,
This morning happens to be cold.
I sit down, and with a frown,
I realize,
How closely this bowl resembles my life.
These flakes are like people
Coated in sugar,
And yet so lethal,
Getting away with murder.
(Of my heart).
These flakes,
They settle in a round shape.
Disguised in sweetness.
However, when munched,
These flakes,
They crunch, in discomfort.
I let the pain slide down my throat,
To be led to my stomach,
Where it explodes.
No milk for the pouring this morning.
No lube for the tube going down my chest.
I just hope I can finish the rest.