Green Gold Poems by -7ater

April 30, 2008

The flame grows bright red

Filed under: Nicotine — -7ater @ 6:08 pm

The flame grows bright red
The warmth is good
Touch to the tip
Burn
Inhale
The smoke makes patterns
White cloud like shapes
Burn
Inhale
Feel it enter your body
The rush of blood
Through your lungs
Burn
Inhale
Flick
The smell enters your nose
It stings your eyes
Sigh in relief
Nicotine
Blood
Burn
Inhale
Smash
You’re done
It’s in you still
Filthy habit

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