Self-Portrait

Tuesday

Cigarette burns on my arms fight the fog in my head.
The fog is transported to the 3rd dimension, where a paper doll sits, burning, barely perceptible amidst the nicotine fog.
Yesterdays news imprinted on her skin, burning.
No one can see her through the fog.
And if they could, well, what does it matter?

2 comments:

  1. It matters.. use an ashtray next time ;-)

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  2. :(

    poor carby! *hugs* It matters to me, I don't like seeing you suffer.

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