Yoga in the bathroom after a cigarette
in the dingy gray caffeine bar
she has been depressed
suppressed
into mimicking the city
a smoke stack
polluting herself
disowning and ignoring
the self
that she's losing, holding on only by a wire
disconnected from the whispering trees
in a stream spiraling downward
distant from the potential of the complex human being
the yoga in the bathroom before work
the ultimate mental shit she feels
trapped
inside out
she screams into the black hole inside
the more she screams the bigger it gets
far from a life where she could breathe the air
and nurture her nature
forced into the drugs encouraged
caffeine, money,
cigarettes, food
work,
self destruction is limiting
set goals
meet them or don't.
she's a nicotine smokestack
amazing waiting for amazement.
You don't don't say.
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