Stained are teeth, and fingers yellow,
Softly whispered lies we keep.
Smoke unfurls in breath so mellow,
Promising but sinking deep.
Coiling tendrils, soft and clever,
Lull the mind in fleeting grace.
Cinder ghosts that warm, yet sever,
Leave their embers on the face.
Every spark—a pledge unwinding,
Every drag—a weight we bear.
Sworn to comfort, yet confining,
Clinging to a thinning air.
Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 1:14 AM UTC
Stained are teeth, and fingers yellow,
Softly whispered lies we keep.
Smoke unfurls in breath so mellow,
Promising but sinking deep.
Coiling tendrils, soft and clever,
Lull the mind in fleeting grace.
Cinder ghosts that warm, yet sever,
Leave their embers on the face.
Every spark—a pledge unwinding,
Every drag—a weight we bear.
Sworn to comfort, yet confining,
Clinging to a thinning air.
Just to clarify, this poem isnt intended to be about smoking in a literal sense. Nicotine and smoke are used as metaphors rather than subject matter.
The imagery points toward attachment, dependence, and self-deception--how something that initially promises comfort or relief can quietly become confining. The focus is less on the physical act and more on the psychological cycle: the bargains we make with ourselves, the temporary ease, and the lingering cost.
