Smoker's Phenomenon

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It's a smoker's phenomenon perhaps, to always hold the last puff a tad longer. Letting the fumes spiral and widen inside like ripples across a wind shaken lake, inflating their chest to a maxima, until it aches to sink back and then grudgingly stubbing the fire out against a tin ashtray; the toxic gas departing through lips and purring from nostrils quietly, in what seems to be a dreaded exhale. Whether the last drag is the sweetest or breaking from the high is sad, it is all still an acceptable agony. Unlike mine where I seem to be smoking minced memories, rolled in a flammable leaf of Time and burning recursively between my lips. My scarred heart that fervently drags upon this lingering past, fills my chest with massive clouds of tears that never made way to weepings. They stretch my lungs threatening to kill, but I am far from quitting. Smitten for life. And so I go on - breathing in fire, blowing out voids. For embers of love, after all, can never be stubbed. © Sobhan Image - Pinterest #YQBaba #Addiction #poetry #love #philosophical #past

26 MAR AT 22:23