The wondrous, overwhelming essence of peace.

The breath of strength frozen within the interior lung package as the cough of pale weakness inflamed the trachea. The suffocating gulp of a new day penetrating cold lustful lips as the rouge cherry motioned south. Wind peeling off the ashes of this triplet cigarette before noon, smiling and gazing, an exhalation repeated for an addictive aroma. A faint breeze licking the filter of this insulfflated infectious poison, snatched five times a day to ease the itch. Last puff reminisced as the white stalk was laid to rest on concrete with the crease of a cheap shoe. Extracting, eliciting, educing, these faint blurs of recollected, recovered mind. Flash backs and torn photographs of a girl who was once everything, now only an indescribable discomfort of irritation and longing for truth. A disease written in vein. An illusion without an illustration only to confuse the witnessing victims of a red eyed vampire. A girl to loop you in a trance and interpret your life in a failed condemned victorious battle ground… she refers to as lost hopeless self. I know better now, may she rest in peace.