Malignant Beauty

Written in May 2008... Wow I really want a cigarette.

The first deep breath in months

And the feeling of homecoming

enters your bones. As the black acid

travels down your throat,

your mind clears and your body floats.

Your lungs once more

Line themselves with the

Carcinogenic tar as you lick your lips

Savoring the taste.

You hold your breath,

Trying to hold off the release,

You don’t want this moment

Of bliss and ecstasy to end,

But sooner rather than later

You have to breath,

And you reluctantly release

The sweet poison in a cloud

Of spinning, twisting smoke.

Your lungs constrict,

And your pupils contract,

As you hurriedly take another drag.

You don’t want to waste one moment,

You want to make this f*g last.

Reviews

[*~Imperfectly Me~*]

Brought me back to the week when i smoked.... such a good week it was lol.... You really captured the feeling of taking a drag especially when you're stressed beyond the max... You used some amazing images in this piece which made the poem great... It reminds me of a passage from "The Realm of possibility" by David Levithan. In the book two boys make a ritual of smoking just one cigarette.... This really is a great poem with a solid flow.... Great Job!

[No one]

Now I really want a cigarette, too. (Damn you!"

Nice flow. You showed well the effects of a nicotine buzz with this line--->And the feeling of homecoming

enters your bones

[Sarah]

Definitely a beautiful, almost spiritual, representation of smoking a cigarette! I love the intense description you use to describe this, particularly "The sweet poison in a cloud / Of spinning, twisting smoke." Great job! (: