I finish lighting the last picture of yours and use the flame approaching my finger tips to light the cigarette I have clamped between my lips. As I watch the flames dance and catch hold, burning what was once my heart but is now nothing more than bittersweet memories, I exhale smoke from my nose and watch it paint the night sky with ghostly patterns, wondering which act is killing me more.
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 1:39 AM UTC
I finish lighting the last picture of yours and use the flame approaching my finger tips to light the cigarette I have clamped between my lips. As I watch the flames dance and catch hold, burning what was once my heart but is now nothing more than bittersweet memories, I exhale smoke from my nose and watch it paint the night sky with ghostly patterns, wondering which act is killing me more.
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