Burned Out

The poem captures the intense thrill of transformation, followed by the inevitable loss of value and abandonment.

I was new, untouched, and exciting. 


Filled with toxins, 

though perfectly safe�"if left alone.

You pressed me to your lips,

And though I cried out for release, you lit the flame anyway.

I felt a thrill at this new change. 

I felt lighter as I let go of the pain.

you smashed me on the ground and stubbed me with your heels.

no longer of use

Still, you kept the cigarette bud within your reach.