“Don’t light up that cigarette,”

There it is again.
That

Little Voice.
I’ve come to ignore it,
Put it in the back of my head.

I know it’s there,
I just want it to
Go


Away.
To leave me


Alone.

I don’t need anyone, or anything, telling me what to do.
Even if that

Little Voice
Is a smaller, more rational part of me.

But that

Little Voice.
There’s something about it.


Something about not listening to it.

I FEEL IN CONTROL

Don’t tell me I’m




Crazy.

Because I already know.

But that

Little Voice
Reminds me that there’s a part of me that still sane.
Reminds me that I’m not all gone.









I push back the

Little Voice
And light up.

My lips tingle.

That first sizzle of tobacco





Burning







As








I









Inhale.

Inhale the tar. The

Chemicals.
That are guaranteed
To kill me





S
L
O
W
L
Y.

Were all going to die anyways.

Why not


Die buzzed?

Why not


Die happy?

Why not


Die satisfied?

Why not


Die sooner with fewer regrets,





Than later?

You only have one life.
Why not have fun




While you’ve only got one chance








To live it?