Giving up Smoking

Alone
Lying on my back in the dark
And cannot move as
I am
Covered in bedsores

Etching grooves
On the bed

My mouth dry
Arid like a desert
Needs to be whetted by that
Taste of a cigarette to throb
Between
My lips

Yearn for that puff
Those deep breaths
That smoky taste

Still motionless
Waiting
For the tide to arrive

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