Smoking

It is all red on the top, fire and tabacco, it is all white and slim in the middle and at the tip of it, there are my red lips, huggig the brown paper wrapping around the plastick, and there is thin grey smoke sliding in my loung and out.
In and out.
In and out.

All about the cigarett.

Lighters in the pocket.
Lighters in the bag.
Ashtray on the table.

I am smoking again.

It is terrible and terrific.