Cigarette Poem by Ethan Moyer

Eagar.
Emotion, channeling.
Light it.
The child-lock,
Torn off,
Raped.
This makes me older,
Cooler;
Don’t mock me,
I know who I am.
Lit.
Paradise.

Sweet movie picture,
I’ve abandoned you.
Depiction of the
Good looks friend,
Frozen in time,
Upon the acrid screen.
Don’t worry good avocation,
I took a vacation,
I’ll be with you, fear and loathing,
Soon enough.

Lock the door,
I feel vulnerable.
Smoke the poison.
It trembles.
Hard shaking,
Youth,
Wrinkling.
It’s timeless,
I marry you every night.
I feel sick to the goods.
Talk to me,
I’m lonely.
Inhale.
Take me further,
I hate you.
Quit me.
But, I won’t.

Tranquil killer,
You have my soul.

For tomorrow:
Gazebo friends,
Lend me your hour,
Let me join you.
I know my addiction,
Keep me safe.
I’ll look after you too.
I can’t wait.