Spacedere's Poems

Chain Smoked

I take another puff

Just as a cigarette is,

My emotions have been snuffed.

This electronic blade has sliced its way into my lungs.

I can't live without it anymore.

It hurts too much to stop.

I turn the settings all the way up,

Burning my throat seems to be my only refuge.

The grape flavoring dances over my tongue

Wishing that it can make me feel better.

I take another hit,

I know it'll make her mad.

She'll yell at me, but I feel so empty without it.

I ran my e-cig down in one night

Burned my throat until I coughed excessively.

I feel safe but dangered in the embrace of smoke.

My concience tells me no.

But my anxiety says yes.