Your words were hardcore rock-n-roll, a game for your mouth to start and my eyes to finish with master accuracy. I watched as you inhaled the clean air and choked on my cigarette smoke. I kissed your forehead and left a trail of black-glitter lipstick, smiling little marks all over your face. We once gave up on love and I understand why now.
I've crafted a coffin for you out of each filter that hit the ground while we argued testaments of how each one of us has not changed since we were in grade school. You reeked of dumpsters and I shook my vodka with the ferocity held in a hungry panther's eyes, blackened speckle surrounded by a jaundiced lake of yellow corruption.
And in the second it took me to light another cigarette, you lost your footing and I received a phone call from the county morgue. I told them I would come and identify your stupid corpse, underestimating your threats underneath my breath in every nanosecond. I had realized that this day would come one day but it had been a while since I honestly thought about any of the promises we made to one another; good or bad.
We sacrificed ourselves for some fortune and the taste of kisses from foreign strangers. Mine was stale and you said yours tasted like 'daffodils and sugar cubes interweaving in a harmony most delicious'.
"Corpse isn't his." There. I said it, bastard.
Author notes
Prompt:
I don't know how many times
I can loan him my cigarettes
when I don't even know
if he's alive.
--"This is Nowhere" by The Airborne Toxic Event
A contest entry
- cigarettes;; PIF by Not-The-Sun.
900 points, ended November 17, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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I loved this. the whole plot and the idea of this topic; the way you portrayed it with comparisons and the way it relates to the prompt. the imagery is wonderful and there is a detailed rawness to it, that I love. thank you so much for entering!!
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Danka!
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I LOVE that word. Carcinogen.
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weird how i was thinking today how i felt like writing a poem about cigarette smoking..but I am not sure if this is the right place to do it............any how...I liked what you wrote,,,,,,,,a different spin..
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