by fuck
i think
that maybe
i could handle a cigarette
just one
dunno why
just sudden and now
it's nagging and gnawing
at me
it's gagging and clawing
in me
the ghost of another
long gone addiction
a modern day affliction?
post psychic friction
dunno
but i could handle a dart
i could really cop a smoke
just a quick puff
and now my revulsion
is manifesting
into the physical
i can feel it waiting
in and behind me
but then
my body rebels
it knows in its gut
that gut feeling
an urge and a surge
and i know
if i did
i would just
puke everywhere
About the Creator
Bren
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