The Smoke On My Lips

Light it up.

..Th-thump .. th-thump .. th-thump.

Goes my heartbeat.

Pleasure and pain,

Course through my veins.

The crackling of a deep breath;

The result of aging away.

Each inhale’s a wave

Of information,

Telling me a contradiction

Of words that

lead me to the addiction

Of the pleasure in

The expansion of my brain.

And as they say,

I followed the white rabbit

Which led me to

My sane, present-day.

Each cough an affirmation

That my body’s deterioration

Came from the same

Delight that made me brave.

I, a chimney, ever ablaze.

My body,

denying and craving

A smoke without rejection.

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