Lungs burning,
    cigarette ash falling,
    grey man-made flakes of snow.

They waltz through air
    as they plummet down
    to the black concrete.

I catch my breath, as  
    my heart slips on
    nicotine ice in my veins.

Nudged one step closer
    to the edge,
    but today I walk away.
        
    [DK]