She said, “we’re all addicted to oxygen.”
as she took another drag of her cigarette
her lips curled around the long cylinder like heathens hanging on to one last hit
smoke billowing off her tongue
fire breathing
the scorched stench wafted through my nose
agitating each and every solitary hair follicle in my nostril
I hate that smell
but still
despite it all
all I wanted to do was kiss those bright red lips
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