She inhales deeply,
cancer dancing
gaily in pungent smoke.
Angel and devil
scream through her ears
but a pleasing head rush
silences them, if only
for a few spinning moments.
Flicking ash onto
the damp playing field
her fingers warn
of pleasures end
as one last drag is coaxed
from a crumpled filter.
1 month ago
4 comments:
wow... that is awesome! Nicely written.
I agree with Louis, this is powerful to the end. And, the angel and devil are constantly screaming in our ears, right?
P.S. You've decorated:)
Oh! Been there! Well written, indeed. I don't smoke any more (haven't for years and years and years:) I'm getting old!) But I remember the head rush well and the silencing of my reasonings:).
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