The air is dying
So are our bodies
We buy a pack of cigarettes
And enjoy the outside
Dying.
Life flinches and
Hides between the drags.
We smile, hanging off the railing
Wrong for believing the way out
Is through a door
Only time runs out
Of homes and bodies.
🎨/📷 by Edvard Munch, Love and Pain (The Vampire), 1895