Callous System's Chaos

cursed wraps wielding
callous contractions clustering
saucy smokessmoldering
taunted anger tuning
rustic route rustling
felon feelings fostering

unbridled opening undoing
pulsing passage renting
vying passion puking

punctured veins shrinking
like nature's thrill
when tattered's fiery

callous system's chaos
blackout, ballistic war.
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Note: What's left of a smoker. What a smoker becomes. Inspired by a picture.
Monday, January 13, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: smoking
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