Farting Through Life 😄
I'm out here farting,
alive,
lungs full of wild air,
skin tasting the sun,
laughing at the sky
because my body’s honest.
You —
go smell death, smoker.
Chase your ashes,
wrap yourself
in clouds of your own undoing,
pretend the coffin you carry
is a comfort.
I breathe storms,
you breathe endings.
Your poison clings to you,
but I
fart my freedom
and run faster
than your smoke
ever will.