Monday, January 10, 2011


And afraid to breathe.

The room is filled with it 
one sip of those sweet, sweet fumes 
will be the beginning of the end for me.

I am alone, 
the only one terrified of losing myself.
the only one haunted by the idea of being consumed  with poison.

Everyone else  ingest these toxic fumes with no fear...
May it be, they are not aware? 

 It is odorless.
 It is tasteless.

But all I see is smoke, 
All I see is death.

All  I see

they collapse.
left and right.

But I must breathe.
And there is no where I flee to.
This is all I know.

All I have ever wanted to know ,  
until now..

      I inhale.

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