Hotel Room

Submitted by Emily Hoover |

The following is a poem submitted to the Creative Section by Emily Hoover. The Gargoyle is currently accepting submissions of creative works including creative writing, fine art, graphic illustrations, multimedia and photography.


Hotel Room

With moistened lips, I do consent to
smoke deep inside my lungs. I shiver,
lightheaded. But the thick ember grows 
smaller, like clockwork. It's crushed
out. Insatiable, I buy a different pack. 
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