smoking

she inhaled the tar-infested grey
there was something gut-wrenching
in her eyes as she took each drag
as if she perversely lured on that
morbid end to punish those who had
caused her pain
cursing those who had struggled
beneath her feet in their own
Davy-Jones-Locker death chains
combusting formaldehyde enters
permeate every cell within
choking, intoxicating
with every new lit drag
peaceful order exhaled