Her Poems

Gently.

Gently, her pale right hand caresses the long and small black nicotine filled dopamine stick.

Bringing it up in between her plump lips, she inhales.
...
...
release.
..
.
why did she do that. again? after she said she would quit.

her head is spinning now... it'll only last a few seconds before it's gone and she'll be feening for another taste of the strawberry watermelon flavoured vapour that was just another purchase to her over growing collection of vapes through the months.