Novichok Dreams

She lights another cigarette,
Lips pursed, she draws in deep.
Exhailing smoke like anomalies,
That dance to the heavens.
Every breath is a little death.
Every breath is a relief to her bloodstream.

While her mind swells with sadness,
Tidal waves of thoughts and romanticized anguish
Swallow the cities of her memories.
As they cave in, she breathes a sigh.

Darkness cloaks itself around her.
She crushes the nicotine corpse into its crystal grave,
And leaves to sleep and join dark dreams.
In ruined memories that breed meticulous thoughts.
♠ ♠ ♠
I’m quitting smoking soon... pray for me.