You Are Dead

My lungs stir beneath a black cloak A bridal veil of ash and smoke The Wedding From Hell inside my chest Meanwhile nicotine carves channels of clarity in my brain, dispels disparity A twinkling canal inside my head My fingers twitch and shake as ash falls from the tip like acrid snowflakes Each drag my brain says ‘You are alive’ Each drag my lungs say ‘You are dead' -exhale- ‘You are dead.’