Acrid smoke sneaks through the vents into my lungs,
vapor leaking out from under the hood.
You said you'd fix it but I got that feeling you never would.
And the barriers shatter silently in anticlimax,
I doff my hats at invisible lines marred by soft soled shoes.
I knew it'd be me. I called it, me not you.
Words from the macabre, a tryst or two-
I knew it'd be me. Not you.
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