Cough

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


I don't like it when people smoke cigarettes around me.

Submitted: August 09, 2018

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I pull in some atmosphere with my nostrils…

It tickles my sinuses, moistens my tear ducts, and then settles on my tongue.

Suddenly miserable, I desperately seize a clean breeze wheeze to ease my dejected lungs.

Gripped by its festering aroma, I am the hostage of a pungent miasma.

It claws and scratches at my respiratory as it aggressively aggravates my asthma.

Immense volumes of flatulence, with a tummy full of rotting steaks

Is of no comparison to the fumes a burning cigarette makes

It embeds itself into my matter, suffocating every cell, like a boa constrictor would a rabbit,

I’m relocating to a new environment, forced to do so by someone else’s bad habit.


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