the sun tears at the cellophane night
and unwraps the next habitual day.
i am crush-proof no longer.
each breath the day takes,
draws the life from my soul,
one drag at a time.
then released, expelled
and tarry in wisps of hopes and dreams
that vanish into nothing.
all words and thoughts put out
into the ashes of the day,
the sweet thick smell of life replaced
the residue of stink and stain
are all that remain...
when all i am is gone
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Submission Name: crush-proof
