Death in the browned leaves
Transmits the stench
Into his lungs
Draws out the fluid;
Crab cells travel out
Through metastatic pain,
Become a new distortion;
Black-coated ruins
Beg for oxygen;
As a stop gap it helps;
That ‘just one more fag' talk
Did it
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2014
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