The smell of *** lingers
on my damp skin
as I sit silently on the porch,
watching as the ashes of the
burning cigarette in my hand
disappear into the wind.

I take another drag,
the smoke veiling
my face as I exhale.

I discard the spent Marlboro
and continue to stare into
the indecipherable blackness.

It is during times like this
I become inherently aware
of how alone I really am.

i can smell the rain
even inside this classroom
that i am imprisoned in
it smells very...
awake
and energetic
i wish i was out standing in it
letting its energy
drip into me