enjoy your fire

there’s a murmur in the air
a near-silent smoke
it sneaks under my door

I laugh
it’s often that the whispers
come to strike

you’d think one day
I’d put the fire out
grab the extinguisher

smoke turned solid
smoke turned into words
forget the mask

breathe in the fumes
pretend not to hear
no, it didn’t hurt me

the simplicity
of condiments
or rolling over

a raised voice
means a held back hand
a hesitated slap

the love is hidden
within the haze
I cannot pull it out
I will not

I doubt
I will ever learn
not to breathe

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