Chronic
Maybe she's born with it, maybe it's Maybelline
I do not feel
well
is it my body
or my brain
the connection is so thin
like the membranes
of my cells
from my blood
to my brain
my immune system
must be on
her
period
overreacting
as she is
maybe if I smiled more
I wouldn't be a
bitch
with these
spots on my lungs
Dalmatian
waiting for the fire
that first came from
black and mild
smoke
inhalation
said
you did this to your
self
overactive
imagination
even my t
cells
won't stop
gossiping
guess my last
vice
is just as toxic
as my first
it's so easy to justify
when it's not the booze
and the boys
and the men
with their toys
lying low
long enough to
stay alive
it was puff
puff
pass
on the information
until it's staring you in the face
in contrast
dye
that I
compare
and contrast
die
for
the
idea
that
well
I
do not
feel
About the Creator
Cali Loria
Over punctuating, under delivering.
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Liked that perspective.