A slow swift of hair,
carries the sweet smell of cigarettes.
The smell of smoke,
reminder of the burns deep in the skin.
Poison emanating from people,
is the asphyxiating element of my torture.
Fallen into the deepest pitch of black,
murdering desires.
Every tear that means,
can't get out of my chest.
Living between snakes and spiders,
cockroaches and rats,
and humans.
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