My Words, My World

First drafts – A few pages in the large wilderness of the world of writing

24 Feb 2022
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Lungs

I woke up the next morning,

mouthful of strong cigarettes and bad whisky.

My lungs felt like lead weights.

I coughed;

it sounded like Tom Waits, singing in the gutter,

so I knew there was hope.

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5 thoughts on “Lungs”

  1. Jaya Avendel on said:

    The imagery takes an unexpected turn as it nears the end; the metaphorical guitar drew me into the scene for a poignant experience I love!

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  2. Valentina Soriente on said:

    🤣🤣🔝🔝🔝 bravo Amore

    Inviato da iPhone

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