Throw the memories on the fireplace
And you revel in watching them burn
All the while
You're breathing in the smoke
The words; they coat your lungs
Cellophane
Cutting them from your memory
Is like slicing water with a knife
Thrash about enough, and you'll capsize
Immersed, floating from the light
An unwilling hibernation
Is it better than living
With a tourniquet on your lips?
It's your turn to quit
Looking at four letter words in five different ways
Find ways
To occupy your time
Staring at the wall is good
At least you can't alter it