My lungs are not my own
What mossy overgrowth crawls up my pipes
What snake lies coiled
Squeezing life out of every breath
What rusty nuts and bolts rattle with every exhale
Who is the punk squatting in my alveoli
Blowing smoke rings into virgin tissue
What demon hovers on my lips
Stealing air with every kiss
What metaphor will make me forget
My own body betrays me
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