Smoke of Death

Breathing in this smoke of death. Thinking it relieves the stress. She pops another pill to block out the pain and downs another shot to forget again. A little dizzy, she trips and falls but no one hears her pointless calls. Her heart is broken into a million pieces and her bitter pain only increases. The taste of sweet death is at her tongue but how can she die when she's so young? She grabs the knife and stammers to her feet because now her sorrow she can defeat.