![]() Cancer StickA Poem by AnonymousCancer Stick I feel her excitement as my own, bleak eyes smile at
me with desire “It’s not good for
me,” she moans as she inhales my
mortal fire. I stroke her
lungs, kiss her brain hard, pledging her a flash
of high. Hiding from the wind, I long my burn to
linger far longer than she'd
planned, But as she takes her
last hit, Her cold wet feet approach the dreadful garbage
can, she rubs my face on
its wet surface smothering, to toss
me out with cold bare hands, replace my smolder with damp air “Last one,” she
murmurs quietly, “I swear.”
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