20 Demons

A smokers escape.

Fragile nerves will jitter while walking to the door

The cold will bite, but no care is paid

Shaking hands will bring forth the flame

And trembling lips hold steady the desired

Flick, flick, inhale, get it lit

The flame retreats as a deep breath is taken

Thickened air rolls down my lungs

As the days worries begin to fade

Another drag & I’ll feel at ease

Loose & relaxed

Just another day to get through

Just another a*****e to ignore

Inhale, exhale, & inhale again

With each breath my world becomes peaceful

But eventually I’ll run out

Then its drop it to the ground & stamp it out

Look back to the building from which I came

& with determined resolve, head back in

Afterall, if it gets to be too much

Outside I’ll go & my flame will reemerge

Who wants emotional control

when you can purchase it at the local store?!

Reviews

[Bethany Woody]

I love this girl. Who would have thought smoking could be poetic inspiration. This is all gritty and feels like you are saying I hate the habbit but f-you I'm gonna do it anyway because it's cheaper then therapy. Lol. My favorite line is the last one about buying emotional control at the store.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

As an ex-smoker I understand this... coarse anyone with any vice would... they become our demon haunting us daily posing as a good thing... Love the raw powerful feel of this piece.