Glaucous Skies

Through cheap smoke flows

tantalizing whispers

and cold reflections

cast from lonely nights

forgotten with

ignorance.

Let their judgments

ravish my soul

and stimulate its

eternal deficiency for love.

Like nicotine coating my lungs,

I welcome its haunting hands

as they tighten around my neck,

a soft caress with

ill intentions.

I haven’t felt this alive

since i smothered

my last cigarette.