I am self destructing.
I can hear the seconds counting down
took those pills you gave me
to see if I could turn the volume down
smoked that cigarette I was saving for a crisis
and waited to implode.
This elevator is not going to fall any faster
no matter how many times you press the button.
Next time take the escalator.
I hold this cigarette like a pencil
if I could write with it
well, it would tell a different tale.
I’m pretty sure it should be raining
but the sky is holding steady.