Your cigarette, lit and warm between my fingers. I don't dare shotgun it. The thought of breathing this in only fills me with fear of what may happen if someone were to find out. That just defeats the purpose, now doesn't it? Something made to be calming for most just us fills me with dread. I watch as the flame slowly turns the burning cigarette to ash, the red hot flame engolphving the paper. You scold me for wasting it as you take it out of my hand with such delicacy I cant help to wonder how you can be so cruel.
