Reflections in the basin Smoke billows off the edge, suffocate. Easing brain not to remember grave.
Mind turns on turbine above flame, Inhaled, then exhaled mist of dead restraint.
Slow drip down throat hovering Above latrine, sometimes bleeding, Sometimes breath evades. Washed away by white nicotine Streams, current's repetition Sustained by grievance. Floating atop each choke, Slippery and yellow. Thoughts about One lung left To fail in frail Last attempts At breath. In this Funeral hall.