Inside Your Pipe

We talked about nothing. Well, he talked. I listened.

Staring at the wall, day dreaming about the moment

I was headed home. Anxious to leave and bored of the topic, 

he handed me the pipe. With a light and an inhale,

I watched as my innocence crackled before my eyes. 

Reviews

[Brittany]

Really dug this one. Those moments that forever change you, mature you, and ultimately shape you. I'm sensing a little irony- being young and naive seems to beget the loss of innocence, don't you think? Little pieces like this are what impress me more than pieces long and peppered with metaphors. It's blunt and that's what makes it genius. (on the last line did you mean '...and an inhale...''?)

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

that last line is haunting... damn. everything i want to say about this sounds cliche.. but the story told here is just so poignant. the moment when innocence is shattered, when there is no turning back, the choice is made... small words, enormous moment. incredible, love.