There is a girl
and her cigarette
alone together on
Saturday night.
Together they wander
through hail and mist
alone together
in a mutual state of bliss.
The cigarette
aflame in the mess
desires to calm
but also to kill.
And the girl
who surrenders her will
wants to die a little
alone
with her cigarette.
It lights her way
down dark alleyways
as she inhales
all the trust they make.
She knows it's toxic
but that's why she Loves it
and it Loves her too
for letting it prove
that addiction trumps instinct
when we want it to.
