My lips cradle my unlit cigarette,
as I raise a lighter to its tip and allow it to kiss the flame.
I taste its cancer and feel it circulate my body.
The smoke wraps itself around my lungs.
It embraces my lungs like an old friend.
With every inhaled breath the embrace becomes tighter and tighter.
The tightness is uncomfortable,
but also my only comfort.
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 7:30 PM UTC
My lips cradle my unlit cigarette,
as I raise a lighter to its tip and allow it to kiss the flame.
I taste its cancer and feel it circulate my body.
The smoke wraps itself around my lungs.
It embraces my lungs like an old friend.
With every inhaled breath the embrace becomes tighter and tighter.
The tightness is uncomfortable,
but also my only comfort.
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