Spectating from a window with air that smells safe
people form together in a particular place.
crowding around cold
offering up gestures of sharing something of dangerous old.
Draw back on that warm, soft stick,
encapsulating moments that makes others sick.
Foggy air filled with tar
helps display your moment of intensified relief.
saturated blood stream now filled with a treat.
Minds look settled,
Your muscles deflate.
At ease with yourself, beyond a tranquil state.
Killing yourself but you know it’s too late
because ignorance is your humble fate.
Accept it now.
Go to sleep.
The suffering may start soon.
Don’t fill your world with gloom.
Sun in my window,
It is getting late.
You’ll be back tomorrow;
I can wait.