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| Smoke 4-18-05 by: Rosalie Truong |
| i sit and stare out my window looking as birds fly by i sigh and pull the window up watching as my silk linens hugs the corner of the window as it is lifted the wind brushes my face as i put pressure on the sill i watch as a leave falls from a tree and is lifted by the wind up to the skies i reach in my drawer and take it out put it to my mouth and breathe in it's burning down but slowly letting it swirl around in my mouth feeling the warm air feeling my lungs i breathe it out my head starts to go light my worries are gone i breathe in the wind, feeling how cool and soft it is i stare to the skies and it seems to take form it made me dizzy, i fell onto my bed holding it ever so lightly in my hand for a moment it seemed to freeze then slowly it falls, falls to the cold hard floor my breath evens out, but im out cold it lies on the floor, no more burning, just dark ashes, cold and wet.... |