My Cigarette
As I lay in bed, smoking a cigarette
I shift my attention to the ashes that are falling slowly
The Need to inhale again, to watch more ashes fall
The Way the cigarette burns - shining red as you inhale.
As I burn This Cigarette-
I notice it's bright red glow.
--Inhaling slowly while I watch the light glow red - and fade into smoke
Smoke that does Not have a voice
Yet still speaks loudly
Flame.
Inhale.
Smoke in the air.
Exhale.
Clouds that fade away.
Falling ashes.
Cigarette to my lips-
I watch the ash glow again
I inhale slowly - carefully burning the cigarette
I exhale.
With the still lit Cigarette in-between my fingers,
focusing on this burning light.
Do you hear something too?
The smoke is damaged.
It screams in Pain.
It is shoved from one direction to the next,
it dances and shows off in the light-
-not the light that is turned on and off-
The light that slowly flickers until it has reached its breaking point
The inside of This Cigarette fades away freely
into the darkness.
Others may fade into the light-
But My Cigarette.
This Cigarette.
Will always burn in pain -
like a jigsaw puzzle of heartaches-
personalized by you -
My Cigarette,
is full of emotions,
it erupts into smoke
and turns to ash
My Cigarette.
Before the bright red lights flicker comes to an end-
I inhale again.
Pay attention to the smoke.
Did you hear that?
Are you with dragons? Or butterflies?
My Cigarette lives in a dungeon full of dragons.
My Cigarette is lit with a torch,
the kind that kisses your flesh,
with no remorse.
My Cigarette glows to the 3rd degree
My Cigarette sheds thick ashes
The smoke from My Cigarette haunts me.
The strings of smoke from this cigarette scream many things.
The smoke from my cigarette,
fades into the dark.
This Cigarette fades into nothing and burns to ash.
This Cigarette is lit with a torch-
not a regular flame
Faded.
Not found.
The smoke from this cigarette only lingers for so long
My cigarettes bright red light,
ignites a few more times.
Its glow fades for the last time and before you know it-
you have witnessed My Cigarette fade freely into the darkness with its ashes held high,
until next time.
My cigarette.
Your number one victim.
-Tierra Lynn
