like nictoine


suck it up
suck it in
infiltrate your lungs
with nicotine
breathe in regret
breathe out sin
feel the poison
seeping in
take a chance
steal another stick
rest in arms of smoke
sleep to the flicker of flint
wake up to ashes
of hopes
of things that could’ve been
of cottonmouth
of hung over things once dreamt.

take another drag
take another swig
feel the needle prick
tell me,
how does that rhyme go
of addiction
of being, your drug of choice
tell me,
again.

roll a die and decide
to live
roll over
and die
if you
cannot
decide

fucksicles
are cold pricks
that penetrate
the core
of innocence

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