Black Lungs

I stepped outside for a quick drag at 12:03 a.m. and my anxiety is firing in my fingertips. The nicotine burns my nose and I love it, as I breathe obsidian. The atmosphere is so peaceful right now, and I feel like I can think. Finally, the world is silent as the charcoal rivulets spill from my mouth. I hear a car in the distance trying to disturb me. Go away please, leave me be. Another comes roaring after, with screaming headlights illuminating the air. Exposing. I accidentally flicked the cherry into my dad's old Budweiser can,and I need another light. The pine trees that circle my yard shield me, breathing my darkness.Consuming my garbage that intoxicates. Eat my filth, and breathe my chaos.