These fire sticks cut me open faster than I can inhale.
Slicing through the heavy breathing, the grinding teeth, and the Monday due dates.
No benefits, no buzz, no additions.
Only subtractions.
Subtracting my breathe, my pocket, my time.
They burn it all, starting from my lips, down my throat, out my mind.
Classy or reckless.
Poetic or distasteful.
It doesn’t matter to the burners.
What matters is burning away the remnants of our ill thoughts and restless nights.
No matter what the cost.

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