Lucky StrikeA Poem by AriI've been wanting to write this for days. Finally, I'm able to get it down.I've never been a smoker, but I've always smoked Marlboro before. First, in high school, to look tough for the other girls, then, in college, to pull cancer into my lungs, to burn lips, burn skin, to have something that I could control.
The collective count of expended cancer-sticks that have graced my lips would not, I believe, surmount a half-hundred. I smoke Lucky Strikes. Unfiltered. Because of you. Smoking is about picturing your lips, like mine, pulling in this warmth, about watching smoke pool above me, shift in the breeze, and form your shape. Smoking is about you.
If I was ever going to give in to addiction, it would be now, with this pack, these Lucky Strikes, these memories of you.
Need a light?
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6 Reviews Added on August 18, 2008 Last Updated on August 20, 2008 AuthorAriLexington, KYAboutI'm a fifth-year college student in Secondary English Ed, and I love writing (obviously, or I wouldn't be here). I write mostly poetry about my life, but I know that poetry isn't my strong point, so I.. more..Writing
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