your words
takes me
to this place
like how
the wind takes away
the ashes of my lighted cigarette.

all this misery bottled up
deep in me
i take a deep breath
and a second later,
i'm coughing out cigarette smoke,
feeling like it's my last
and the misery flies away.

the heat at the end of my stick tells me
"girl, it's the end, let it go"
i drop it
squash it
and pull out another.

no, it's not the end.
the end will come....
another day




y.m