i light my cigarette and stare at these bedroom walls. (off-white. the colour you fought so hard for.) i inhale the smoke, into this lungs you spent so long gestating in your fetid fucking womb for. the cigarette smoke from the cigarettes i bought the day you left.
it doesn't matter. (take another swig off the cherry vodka. take another drag off the skinny spliff. read a book. escape escape escape. it's all the same thing.)
