The smell of *** lingers
on my damp skin
as I sit silently on the porch,
watching as the ashes of the
burning cigarette in my hand
disappear into the wind.
I take another drag,
the smoke veiling
my face as I exhale.
I discard the spent Marlboro
and continue to stare into
the indecipherable blackness.
It is during times like this
I become inherently aware
of how alone I really am.
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 6:02 PM UTC
The smell of *** lingers
on my damp skin
as I sit silently on the porch,
watching as the ashes of the
burning cigarette in my hand
disappear into the wind.
I take another drag,
the smoke veiling
my face as I exhale.
I discard the spent Marlboro
and continue to stare into
the indecipherable blackness.
It is during times like this
I become inherently aware
of how alone I really am.
