An Invitation to Death

An Invitation to Death

-Ananya Mohan

In between my fingers

lies a pale white stick,

I bring it towards my lips

So addictive yet, so, so sick

 

Camel, Marlboro, Winston

plead and pull me towards them.

And silly me, I get trapped

coughing out all the black phlegm

 

But little do I know

that with every breath,

I am one step nearer

to Death

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