control

you brought pain into my life
but that’s what taught me how to read it
i don’t know if i should hate you
when you gave me what i needed

like the sweet smell of the flower
with the stem that draws your blood
that’s what winter does to my face
with the air that clears my lungs

skin that rots and peels away
while it purifies my insides
even with the motor vehicles
blowing chemicals outside

for so long i inhaled nicotine
snug inside tobacco sticks
what’s the harm i start to wonder
when so much damage is already done

at least this part is
out of my control

 

 

 

Angela Bachmann

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