Cigarette Fingers

some s**t going on in my life right now. I'm pretty pissed off so I decided to write some poetry =)

Red and rumbling
My chest kept erupting
Into the already boiling room
And they needed a layer of frost
Just thin enough to keep me cool
But breathing

But it was August outside
And we were lucky to get
Even some rain.

Their heads were so cocky,
Their noses so high.
Her cigarette fingers
So dainty.

I hope she dies young.

I'm sure the pavement was gray
Confused by the yellow light.
Bumming cigarettes from his enemies
In the coughing breeze.

I hope he gets to be good friends
With some scotch whiskey one night
And drops the cigarette while the two of them
Have fallen asleep after f*****g.

I hope that night he decides
To go for a walk.

Author's Note

Well, the ending (which I guess isn't apparent enough for just anyone to get) is that I'm basically saying that I hope he accidentally catches the room on fire while they're sleeping and then I say, I hope he goes for a walk, meaning I hope he isn't there when it burns because I still love him....

But, it is meant to be taken mostly metaphorically.

Reviews

[FireAngel42029]

I honestly wouldnt want anyone to die young but it does need an ending