Smoke
Smoke filled lungs
Cloud the oxygen trying to get in
Fat veins, dark hearts and burnt lungs
Straining to take a breath
Whilst you’re gripping at your chest
It’s an aggravation, and annoyance
Quitting is always harder than it seems.
Copyright © Emma Fennell | Year Posted 2011
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