Nicotine

I still don't know if I like the taste of smoke in my lungs, 

through my teeth, 

down my throat.

Yet I stand in the cold, flame pressed to my lips. 

I still don't know if the ache in my limbs is an admissable side affect of vodka.

Yet I laugh and wince as the burn in my throat intensifies.

But it's fun, I tell myself.

And it is.

But what if it isn't.

Author's Note

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[Paul Bell]

It was always, a little bit of something won't hurt you. But in the back of our mind, we know that's not true. We'll probably continue though. After all, we enjoy it.