Conflict of Gods
In a garden of stars,
Her brain becomes a snail.
Shoulder shrug-
The cigarette lit itself spitting
Smoke that turned blue as the
Light cut through it.
Her throat opened
As she spoke,
Drowning in a drought
Of what she always
Thought she wanted.
WHY?,
Slides thru her mind.
Breathing in,
WHAT IF?
Confessions burn her lips
As the cigarette gasps
To stay lit-
And her GODS create
One final conflict.
Her brain becomes a snail.
Shoulder shrug-
The cigarette lit itself spitting
Smoke that turned blue as the
Light cut through it.
Her throat opened
As she spoke,
Drowning in a drought
Of what she always
Thought she wanted.
WHY?,
Slides thru her mind.
Breathing in,
WHAT IF?
Confessions burn her lips
As the cigarette gasps
To stay lit-
And her GODS create
One final conflict.
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