I lit a Cuban cigar.
It pierced darkness with a glow.
Lips held it tight with a munch.
Facial muscles strained turning blue.
Teeth bit it firm chewing a bit of tobacco.
With slurry saliva, I spit at face of world
a hole in sky burn clouds.
acid disfigures every nook and corner
At last a bit of aromatic smoke.
I blew on your face, hoping.
Ashes litter on your lap, burning attire.
What a stressful, fearful world I see
My eyes turn red by staring at
Do you care for a smoke?
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whether we care or not a smoke really scares...the phrase 'a hole in sky burn clouds' stands beautiful...the cloud like suspended smoke rings! a diversified write from satheesan and a good one in that...ten grade