smoke dances before my eyes,
it's freedom, it's chaos taunting,
a reminder that i am far more constrained,
i take it into my lungs, with a succinct inhale,
desperate to be as smoke, chaotic and free.

it fills me, and i cough,
i cough, and i cough
and i retch.

it tears free from me, along with all it can bring along with it,
a punishment for imprisonment,
a revenge sweet, and a reminder,
that we will never be so chaotic and free