Only Human

Smoke extinguished

smells like birthday candles

from a cigarette
dances.

 

The salt in my tears helps

                                    burn the wound

remind me I’m
human.

 

Life ticks by

masquerading as fulfilment

reminding me
I made it.

 

Displeasure sets about eating breaths
foiling all dreams
and plans of purpose.

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