My entry for the instructors "On Fire" contest. Inspired by picture #1
Ten Weeks
Ten weeks ago, my hands would be shaking
In anticipation of what I'm about to do.
The cigarette quivering in my mouth
As I bring the flame to the tip.
The initial inhalation of smoke
Throws me into a coughing fit,
But there's something intriguing about it
As I bring it back for a second drag.
The first time, and the last, I said
As I flicked the ashes off the end,
After this, I'm through.
Here I am, ten weeks later.
I've been jonesing for this moment all day.
The familiar smell of smoke fills my nose,
The familiar taste of bitter crud stings my tongue,
And I tell myself, Today, I'm done forever,
While knowing all along that tomorrow
Has a better chance of following through.
It's amazing what a difference ten weeks makes.
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