smoke monster
A poem about smoking. This poem explains it in softer way than the hard story.
I was born in smoke
amniotic nicotine
just like the smoke monster
it is a part of me
my earliest childhood memory
likely my last to be
just like the smoke monster
it is part of me
It may never kill me
We have to wait and see
just like the smoke monster
it is part of me
things have come up missing
there were futures I was not to see
am I to blame and not the smoke monster?
or did it steal from me?
if you cut me i will smoke
I will also bleed
just like the smoke monster
it is part of me