Smoking

You breathe in

The mist gets swallowed into
Your mouth
It fills your opening with a
Familiar aroma
You blow the fog back out
As it swirls around
In an elegant dance with
The wind
You repeat
And the process begins
again
Each time the dense cloud
you hold in
Makes your lungs scream
to get out
However their cries are
dampened by the addiction
Thrown into a closet
and the door is locked
You tap the bullet a bit
to remove some burnt ash
You pull the trigger
and fire away