A slow swift of hair, <br />carries the sweet smell of cigarettes. <br /> <br />The smell of smoke, <br />reminder of the burns deep in the skin. <br /> <br />Poison emanating from people, <br />is the asphyxiating element of my torture. <br /> <br />Fallen into the deepest pitch of black, <br />murdering desires. <br /> <br />Every tear that means, <br />can't get out of my chest. <br /> <br />Living between snakes and spiders, <br />cockroaches and rats, <br />and humans.<br /><br />Wullien Thang<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/venomous-presence/
