I take a puff,
fresh cold air,
and let it out.
Relief
pulses through my veins.
I look down,
realise I’ve reached the end.
I take one long drag,
and stub it in the makeshift ashtray,
thanking it
for serving me well.
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 3:14 AM UTC
I take a puff,
fresh cold air,
and let it out.
Relief
pulses through my veins.
I look down,
realise I’ve reached the end.
I take one long drag,
and stub it in the makeshift ashtray,
thanking it
for serving me well.
