poetry

Sinking

i mashed Nadine’s face into

the grill of the plug hole.

her face stayed

confident…smooth

i could not place my mistakes

or the

long bath (that covered)

me

i asked the air to take

Me, my cigarette begging

for it.

I watch -the

smell of smoke

hiss between

my lips.

PhilosopherPoet

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