Crave

[Emma Nye]

She lifted the cigarette to gaudy lips, her over-manicured nails wrapped desperately around its yellow stem, lighter flaring at its tip. She closed her eyes as she inhaled, a deep, long breath. I could taste the smoke, feel it sliding down into her lungs, filling each deteriorating bronchus with its thick tendrils. She held the smoke in, letting it float gently throughout her entire body, feeling the endorphins flood her brain as she opened her eyes and let the empty carton fall into the overflowing gutter. She let it burn into her slowly, taking occasional deep drags, luxuriating in the smokes sensuous caress. She took one more deep breath before she tossed it onto the curb, grinding the smoldering stub out with her stiletto, complete once more.

[Ty Bluesmith]

god i can't quit smoking ahhh