Discordia

i awoke
with arms no longer naked
smile on face
bile in throat

7 digits + 1 lie = 73 degrees
happiness in temperature

disconjunction
disarray
displeased
at fault

try to wake the dead
smoke a cigarette
reconsider
smoke another cigarette
give up
one more cigarette

i'm not quite dead yet

as each drop of blood
splatters on the ground
my lipstick gets a little darker
my mascara streaks a little further
my smile grows a little bigger

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