the silence is loud as the waves of smoke hit my senses. another day, another dollar, another game played. words enter my circumference never penetrating my soul. take your words. burn them. my soul is on fire.
for him.
for her.
for you.
all of the prayers prayed on my behalf will never save me from the drizzle of booze constantly drawing me to the watering hole. the spin of lies sucks the life from my fibers. i inhale the smoke. the kitty waits for her breakfast…waiting…meowing…drooling.
hush kitty.
i will pet you soon…
XX
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