If you take in a full enough mouth of smoke, you may convince yourself it’s something worth swallowing.
That singed tongue and throat are life-sustaining.
Is that not what he told you?
When he blew it into your mouth?
You said you weren’t hungry anymore.
You said you were content to die wearing only his perceptions of you, fitted to your cold body like a corset.
(Cinched & pulled)
You said of all of the ways to commit suicide, this was by far the prettiest.