I inhale
Smoke fills my lungs
Entrapping me
Leaving me waiting
Wanting more
I exhale
I see the smoke dance away
It relieves through the air
Sauté, Glisser, Étendre
And finally, it drifts away
I learn to do tricks
I make it jump
Dance for me
Beautifully, dangerously
Beckon me back
I crave it
The inhale
The exhale
The dance
encore
the blade
It shimmers mischievously
I smile at my old friend
“So we meet again” I think
You never left my mind
My thigh will do though,
The forearm is my favorite poison
The blade skims skin, enough for crimson to flow
The blood drips slowly
Silently, down my leg
My dear old friend and I laugh
We talk, reminisce, about the not-so-good good old days
We remember how much fun we had, how much fun I had
We silently live in old memories
We create new ones exactly the same as before
pick up the flower
Smell it
treasure it
Roll it ever so carefully
As if it’s my baby
I part my lips
Inviting paper
As I light green
I watch it burn for a second
Maybe two
I love it
I tell myself as I feel everything fade
I love it
I cannot speak
I love it…right?
inhale and exhale
My old friend
Beautiful colorful floret
I wish I did not adore them so
Addiction is the price to pay for adoration, is it not?