![]() The Calm of a Cancer StickA Poem by Kiara
She likes to go out on nights like this
While she takes a drag from her cancer stick. The breeze is light And the smoke dances gracefully with the night. The stress starts out high But each moment brings closer a light, More like a small coal, Breathing her way closer to death, to home. She breathes in poetic, Exhales romantic. It is calm and cool And she is cancer's fool, But, like all fools, her realization will be too late. With each cancer stick, she breathes closer that date. In this uncaring world, she inhales closer to death. With each calm moment, she loses one more breath.
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1 Review Added on June 12, 2014 Last Updated on June 12, 2014 AuthorKiaraINAboutMy name is Taylor Bigelow, I am eighteen and I absolutely love my boyfriend, my cats, music, writing, and playing my trumpet. Some of the bands I listen to are: Pierce the Veil, Sleeping with Sir.. more..Writing
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