Tales of Love, Melancholy, and Horror

Nicotine

Inhale. Exhale.
The cloudy breaths of smoke from your lungs dispersed in the brutally cold December air.
Inhale. Exhale.
One puff of that cigarette and you were hooked.
Inhale. Exhale.
Your addiction is destroying you from the inside out.
Inhale. Exhale.
Your addiction is ironically the only solace you have.
Inhale. Exhale.
You'd rather slowly kill yourself than live without it.
Inhale. Exhale.