Smoke

A poem about smoking

Cigarette butts scattered
amid tapped ashes strewn
like rune bones.
Read my future,
Tell my fortune.
Ashes to ashes.
Each stick, seven minutes
Less pain, less life, less joy.
Satisfaction in the flicking.
Another bone, a chain
Killing myself from
the inside out.
Ashes to ashes,
Enjoying each breath
of death.

Author's Note

Any comments would be appreciated.

Reviews

[Kyra]

Love it (:
The last 5 lines are my favorite