Things You Should Never Do To Yourself

silence
a click
an orange glow
briefly illuminating a face
taking a puff
of grey cancerous smoke

a flickering neon sign
the sound of a door chime
beckon you inside
where a different kind of artist
uses the human body
as his canvas
with needle and ink

the noise of the city
seems far away
in this upscale clinic
where people come in
with one face
and out with another

whoosh!
a note of regret falls to the ground
splat!
a life ends
just like that