beautiful death

by Olivia Weinkein

you have become as deadly as the smoke
that filters through my lungs
leaving a dirty layer on
all that it surrounds.
(you surround)
i do not need it
but i want it
so i continue inhaling
as it slowly
inhales me.


Posted on 02/14/2003
Copyright © 2024 Olivia Weinkein

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 02/16/03 at 05:53 AM

Its always like a death instinct. Like, its inside me, I am inside it.

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