public repentance

Prolifically I write poetry like a radical mastectomy with a need to get
shit off my chest/assaulting myself, tearing into myself, shading into
myself more than was ever first intended/this has become the new
reflection of myself to me inhaling death into myself like the fresh
effervescent dew of victory/after every newport pull the surgeon
general reminds me stogs contain carbon monoxide/every exhale another
day short from the future's landscape/two sons and a woman to love at
home/but I also have a brother, a sister, a mother, a father, a
grandmother, and cousins I couldn't pick out of a crowd of one/so why
I wanna chase death mesmerized by ass from a block away/her presence
dainty morsels of misery twisted & sal-tayed by self loathing and
unkept promises/I've quit so many times I've actually quit quitting
because simply I need to quit/no more loosie spot loving fresh air
walk break taking watching wherever world I'm in go by/its been longer
than previously scheduled but now I choose to live and pray time
receipts my repentance