vanessa wallace

Lens

The smell of pungent whiskey

 

Seeing the world in a lens of disgust

 

The neverending cycle of death

 

The tell-tale of a life once lived

 

The shade of black dulling my breathing patterns

 

Lighting the cigarette was polluting every inch of my body

 

Until I finally rotted

 

Just as the world eventually will.

 

 

~End