not in reality
sometimes
I think about
taking up
smoking
I don’t really
know
why
maybe without
the death toll
I’d consider
I’m not
really up for dying
just yet
I’ve had dreams
that I’m a smoker
and addiction
felt so good
burnt lungs
were like hope
and holes in
my chest
were like doorways
to wonderland
alice
come
touch
this
burning
cigarette
maybe I’ll
just stay
addicted to
hollow bottles
and
tearing
my brain
apart