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* up in flames.
he ignited a fire inside of me.
at first, it starts off as a 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 flame, until the the 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐘, orange colored, smouldering embers engulf inside of my sternum, and it’s like i don’t have the capability of being able to control the rattling wind inside of me, it 𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐋𝐘 circled, raging faster and faster until thick, wisps of wind caused the 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄 of fire to create choking clouds of noxious smoke inside of my lungs, there was a 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄 of pain inside of my body and it wouldn’t go away, and the growth of the rise and fall of my chest needed 𝐀𝐈𝐑 to feed the blood inside of my heaving lungs, but instead, all i could see was the smoke billowing into my rib cage, and i 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓 breathe. ( help me! ) i screamed until the life of those red, orange, and yellow colored 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 slowly descended, compositing into ashes.
i could remember the cigarette smoke that wafted between his lips just like a kiss.
he tasted like nicotine.
i tried hiding his box of cigarettes several places inside of our home. on top of the refrigerator. inside of my drawer in the master bedroom. in the kitchen cabinet. on top of the highest shelf inside of my closet. nothing worked.
i could feel his tongue twisting like the arm’s of a spider festering the silky gossamer of a web, entangling me in the rapture of his love, and i didn’t realize what he left me with: a heavy heart, and tar coated, ash filled lungs.
and it was all from second hand smoke.
tell me, is there beauty in death?
because i tasted hell inside of me.
just like the devil, he embedded his horns into my skin and built a wall with my bones and a bed with my flesh, and i swear i felt him bathing in my soul.
who knew hell could taste so sweet?
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