Peer pressure

still in bed
pile of resting pieces
eternal sleepiness
5 am cigarettes
puffs of solace
slivering down our throats
nicotine, THC, ethanol
she beats them all
vices, decisions, a potlot
mixed feelings
i threw up, she stared
eyelashes closed
choices, multiple choices
she fills the bubble
as i erase my stomach
empty but filled of her

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