Humble Beginnings

Insanity crept in like an impenetrable morning fog
Except the sun could not clear the mind and I set quietly
Relishing the taste of it
Running my tongue over the roof of my mouth, my teeth
A bittersweet drink I had ingested
I didnít think for an instant that it was evil
It felt friendly, beckoning, comforting
To finally have it played out
A complete sense of relaxation
Not one of defeat, but of triumph
Sealed with finality
Instruments of destruction
Displayed ritualistically
As a cigarette burned down to fingers
That ceased to feel ashes feathering the skin
As a strange, but curious smile
Played upon the lips

Ė written by Chloe

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