"Breathe it in."

They tell me to;

"The rush will feel like something new."

The smoke in the car is thick...
Just like Due.

"You'll like the rush, don't make me tell you to."

I hold my nose, fast and so tight,
It leaves fingerprints,
That last threw the night.

"The high is powerful, like a king's might."

The blunt ends up in my hands,

"Take one whiff. I KNOW you can."

I lift the blunt to my lips,
But before I take that whiff,
My heart just skips,
I pass off the blunt
to another person,
Their eyes bloodshot, and their judgment worsened.

"What a coward."
A snide remark.

And my heart gets slowly torn apart.