It Doesn't Burn Anymore

A Story by Gabby Nieves

It was that same smell of cigarettes that ignited my inspiration to write again. I could picture the tiny bits of ash that would pile up on the ground as he tapped at my mind and inhaled every word I've ever spoken.
The singeing of secrets and memories better left wrapped in paper lay empty between your lips. I lost myself as you took your last hit and flicked the bud into the dirt. I'd been holding my breath so tightly I hadn't realized my lungs collapsing. You took my hand and pressed your lips onto mine. It only burned a little and a little less each time.