The
distorted
feather of
cigarette
smoke
trails
upwards.
It dances
on the
first
wisp of wind;
escaping
the draw
of cracked
weasened
lips.
Lips
formed of
withered apple skin
and stale coffee;
of puckered
mouth
and deep
inhales.
Hunched shivering
shoulders hoist a
shaky hand
toward the
face.
A raspy exhale releases
another puff of smoky breath.
The icy air exaggerates
the capacity of old
and tiring lungs.
I foresee this rarely preempted fate.
I quit!
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC
The
distorted
feather of
cigarette
smoke
trails
upwards.
It dances
on the
first
wisp of wind;
escaping
the draw
of cracked
weasened
lips.
Lips
formed of
withered apple skin
and stale coffee;
of puckered
mouth
and deep
inhales.
Hunched shivering
shoulders hoist a
shaky hand
toward the
face.
A raspy exhale releases
another puff of smoky breath.
The icy air exaggerates
the capacity of old
and tiring lungs.
I foresee this rarely preempted fate.
I quit!
