Stolen words.

Circa 2011. Lots of lovely depressing pieces from that era. This is one of the less depressing ones.

The words whisper,

Like the winds in the winter.

Each verb giving me chills,

While the nouns feel bitter.

So I cough, hack and quiver

Like a cigarette quitter.

Save my breath for a better use.

Even if it's spent covering the truth.