Ruckus

Asking for the same thing.
Until my voice is hoarse

Until the blood is gushing through my nostrils through my eyes

My lungs filled

Only smoke could purify the wound

An old ritual I used to practice

Cigarettes embracing my lungs in shadows

And despair

And if you heard the signals they were not for you

For the inbetweens laughed

I asked

Over and over again

I cursed cussed caused ruckus no closure no corner no clearance no chance

Where

Where is the entrance exit door window jump stay please I will

I skip another night

We tried.