The elbow on the table
the right one
left hand on the surface
heartburn
kidneys hurt
cold feet
unable to move
I grab a cigarette
the lighter falls down
I bend down to pick it up
up again
little finger and thumb are pressing against my temple
bad taste in my mouth
I´m sitting safe in a chair
and there are only 5 feet left to get into my bed
suck
inhale
exhale
another zip of some 40% shit
no work tomorrow
you know that you are fucked
when you wake up
with still four hours until the sun rises
hoping that there are still some smokes left
hoping that the 40% aren´t empty yet
hoping that the door you´ve seen
is still open.
Open and revolving
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