and good god / i didnt smoke it / the cigarette he nibbed in my hand / under the neon lights / and good god / black ink bled / his number on it /
click
his breath wove galaxies on my skin / i saw / his tongue shoved down a throat / that wasn't mine / and good god / i bursted into nebulae / with his eyes on mine / always on mine / never leaving mine /
click
he offered me a light / with her lipstick etched onto his lips / her perfume clinging nauseatingly to his clothes/ so in my head / i tore him of them / and good god / licked away every trace of her / bit down every lie / and stained him of me /
"i don't smoke. thank you."
click
the flame lit up my face / click / and the dark reigned / click / the lighter was cold in my hand / click / his cigarette held onto my lips / click / it burned down my throat /
i blew out the ink into the cold endless night / burning his taste on my tongue /
...good god /
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saved by a 𝓫𝓸𝔂? devoured by a 𝓫𝓸𝔂?
Poetry❛❛i wasn't a smoker till he gave me a cigarette with his number on it. i don't know when he became my favourite cigarette brand to smoke...❛❛ --- !CAUTION! not for the boys...
