That drunken cigarette
It lingered on my hands
I couldn’t extinguish it
The guilt,
The craving
A few hours later, a reminder
You were still poisonous
But you satisfied my itch
A Guilty Pleasure
Published
That drunken cigarette
It lingered on my hands
I couldn’t extinguish it
The guilt,
The craving
A few hours later, a reminder
You were still poisonous
But you satisfied my itch
Visual Literature 