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Miasmatic Bishop

December 2, 2011
By Bronte_Elise PLATINUM, Moore, Oklahoma
Bronte_Elise PLATINUM, Moore, Oklahoma
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Favorite Quote:
"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed."

Ernest Hemingway (1898-1961)

Black lace smoke meanders through the air,
Infecting lungs with a venomous lip to lip kiss.
Its tongue traces your body,
Inside and out,
So seductive and satisfying.
Its hot, steamy breath moans in your ears,
Enticing you to give in to its augmenting tsunami of smoke embodied addiction.
You open yourself;
Give in to aesthetic desires;
Let every breath envelop you entirely.
It slithers in,
Whispering sweet, milky lullabies,
Driving you into lethal suffocation.
But the frenzy feels good,
And so does this toxic kiss.
It tinges every bone with exhilerating desire;
It continues to sing until your lungs give out,
Dissolving you into midnight ash.
But it feels so good,
Even as it lies you six feet under the stars.

The author's comments:
Smoking is an addiction that many people face. It destroys you from the inside out, yet people hold it so dear to them.

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