Cigarette 🚬
Holding it with my fingertips,
Caressing the paper filters,
Lighting a match, inhale, exhale airs,
Air that’s stuffy, foggy, stinky.
It casts an oppressive smell,
That you try to outrun like a bell
Ringing in lunchtime,
The smell becomes a halting
Breath that stalls in your lung
Fighting for oxygen’s purity
To flush out the dreadful
Odor that sticks to hair that fell,
And clothes that have a stench
Of smoke, driving you to asphyxiation
As you endeavor to hide from the pulverization
Of aromas that bleed deposits
Into bronchials that hinder
A normal breather.
©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
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