Cigarette

I've been smoking this cigarette
long since my first.
Its packaging changed since then.
Its name remains the same.
Tastes slightly different since then.
Addictive, all the same.

I tried.
Five to one packet per day.
In vain.

Constantly stuck,
glued in my mind,
how it tastes.

I promised.
One last puff, I said.
And so I took one long drag.
Invading every space in my mouth
like a ravenous beast hunting its prey.
Attacking my throat,
smoothly gliding through
heating them,
penetrating through my alveoli
filling my lungs
with dances from the dark.

I relish every moment.
Euphoria.

The cigarette in my hand screaming with victory.

Just like how I can't give it up.
I can't give up on you.
I smoke you.





2047 hours (26/07/09)