You put the life between your teeth, the tip of your tongue brushes gently against it, and draw a breath. Reaching ******* and pulling it out you look at the life, with it's burnt edge and crumpled paper wrapping.
Watching the smoke unfurling slowly, you contemplate leaving the life like this- in the safety of your fingers, away from your ever threatening mouth, ******* out all the life that is your life.
You decide against it and slide the life back past your lips. Breathing in, you can't help but smile, a small, weak, tired smile. You tilt your head back as life fills your lungs, as it pumps through your veins, diffuses into your cells.
It's smaller now, feebler. A few ashes break away from the lit end and glide downwards, caught in a gust of wind. Softly, you press it against your lips, dragging on your life.