A Slow Death

I love it, but it may be the death of me

nubs
of nails

bitten
until bleeding,

holding
a cigarette

between

nicotine
stained

fingertips,

shaking
slightly �"

my constant tremor.

inhale
slowly,

hold it.

exhale
slowly,

cough,
rattle,
wheeze.

enjoy
the death

of the body
slowly.

Author's Note

I smoke, but I do not condone it. Yes that makes me a hypocrite.

Reviews

[daemok]

i'm not sure you needed alllllll that spacing, but it does have give the reader a lingering feeling that they can't quite shake off. They are completly caught in the moment you created for them. Slowly dying, understanding it, and yet cannot stop yourself even as you go through the motions.

[Laura Maidah]

Last two stanzas? PERFECTION. At its finest. Now the word "stained" is verbose and messes up the meter. Try:"nicotine fingertips".

[Kortney]

Reminds me something out of a book. About a guy whos anxious about something.

[afra]

wow ..... good job ...keep writing

[Falling Leaf.]

So much in so little words. I like it!
~Wilted