A poem

Photo by Akshar Dave🌻 on Unsplash

Seductive characters.
Crisp under smooth
glass.

Cutting through the
black.
A beam of light.
Cocaine-like.

Cutting open my
breath.
Gasping.
Guzzling my life.

Alive.
Without a fight.

I’ve died.
But we all die
at least twice.

Stairway’s on my mind.

Making me wonder.
How religious.
We pretend we need
not a god…

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