The flick of the lighter. The igniting flame. Dancing, elegance, beauty. Burning at the tobacco, smoke is created. Breathtaking, hypnotising, swirling motions. Inhale. Filling up the emoty space in your lounges, chest. Dangerous, intriguing. This could kill you. Good! Exhale. Repeat.
YOU ARE READING
Unfiltered
PoetryA collection of drabbles, unfiltered and straight from the heart, that doesn't belong anywhere but here.
