believe it,
or not.
but it was the calm before the storm.
the stolen breaths,
and wasted energy,
on something so seemingly small.
it would constantly tip-toe behind her,
quieter than a whisper.
but it was always harsher than last time.
so,
you kiss the bottle,
or let the nicotine seep through your lungs.
anything,
really.
what would you do if you were suffocating?