The Perfect Cigarette
Inhale deeply
Suck in the poisoned air
Exhale puffs of smoke
Unfiltered cigarettes
Blackened lungs
Charred fingertips
Nails yellow and sticky
Sickly sweet tasting
Trying to suck out the last of the nicotine
Run it underneath your nostrils
Smells delicious
Smells like young death
But you don’t care
And you light it
Enflamed in an instant
Ensnaring the senses
Nothing more tantalizing
The tingle you feel before you breathe it in
Excitement
And then relaxation
The stress of the day sloughs off of you
The perfect temptation
The perfect cigarette.
Copyright © Francesca Redlich | Year Posted 2011
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