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CIGARETTES ARE KILLING ME — PLEASE HELP ME QUIT - Nia Di Gennaro


 

May 12, 2023

It’s easy to forget

The feeling of rooms

I’ve mourned 

The houses I’ve left

I've mourned

Sunday flowers 

Arranged in sepian


In a moment of lightness

I became a sponge for it

Airy 

And float

Over the embers of last nights fuckery


I’ve thought it correct to wake up sore

And wash the finery owned by old hands

Play slave

And grate

Play beaten ash

To one’s weight

Desire the boil of whip wounds

To Drug-On

Tick tombs

Slink into the corner cabinet

Lick wounds

Swallow mild feminist rubbish 

Delivered weak

Asinine dribble

Emerge moronic

Wet consume


Your tales of now

Help me to wake bitter

Spit hot superiority

Bullseye

To the back of a lovers throat

And stir

For years

And burn and shake 

In bled fury


It’s all very simple

We own no other

We possess nothing


But our bodies encased

But our actions, purposeful

But our spirits, fine


And all that happened

Was that he was tired

And wanted to rest beastly

The ailing joke -

He remained so

Blue moons after he woke


Slip and gorge

Gush and spit up

Spew up

Convulse 

And pull up

And note

The vexed affliction inside

The nightfall that would befall

Inside of me

The wicked thoughts

That flow fucky

Licorice whipping through my blood, hasty


Dull rouge 

Rough and blue

Rushing devastating waves

Running through me

Rushing through me

Ringing through me

Eating at me

Grating in me

Hating through me

Growing fawn 

Within me

Growling sorrel
In me

From in me

Forgive me

Give in to me

Live within me

Be in me

Protect me

To remedy me

Because of me

Anchor roots 

The whole way through me

Reach arms wide

Act as shade

Above me

To shadow me

To read me

To keep me

To feed me

Feed me

Fucking feed me

Take care of me

Flush and level through me

And glide past me

Drive past me

And melt

Like a second kiss

To the nostalgic rune of me

Hold remorse for me

Wave goodbye to me

Feel for me

Feel me

And be kind to me

Show pity on me

And suffer

With me

It's important

To suffer like me


And

Live beside me

And 

Leave from inside of me


Written by Nia Di Gennaro

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