there is a boy in a big jacket inhaling and exhaling smoke as if it is easier to breathe than air
i want to throw up at the smell, the taste in my nose holds the fatigue of chemotherapy and malignant cells and "it got bad so fast"
i used to think cigarettes were romantic and poetic
the only person i ever saw with nicotine lodged between their teeth had alcohol coursing through his veins that was not his
and i loved him so i loved that little pack of cigarettes he kept in his back pocket
i want to throw up at the smell, the taste in my nose