Marlborough the ciggies.

I blew out the smoke through flared nostrils; again I inhaled hard on my Marlborough cigarette allowing the carcinogenic smoke to go down deep into my already infected lungs.

Concentrated smoke, saltpetre, charcoal, ash, microscopic glowing embers, nicotine, burnt sugar, burnt paper, carbon monoxide, etc, filling my lungs and body with a poisonous concoction that was killing me softly.

Sitting in my armchair I exhaled, blowing the bluish grey smoke into the morning sunlight that was streaming through my windows giving the room a magical quality. Seven AM, first one of the day.

The motes of dust, floating wraithlike intermingled with my smoke, doing the dance of death, wheeling and reeling like a flock of microscopic birds.

I dragged again, hard, I was getting my hit, time seemed to have stopped for a moment. I looked at the packet of cigarettes on the table absentmindedly through the smoke, through the haze, and through the dust and read the words on the pack, SMOKING KILLS!

If I had known then what I know now, I wouldn't of had that last drag because that was the one that made my cancer kick in.

So again through flared nostrils I exhaled causing the dust and smoke to jump and reel, unaware that the last drag I'd had caused a reaction in my body which was to set of cancers chain reaction. The cancer that was now; slowly devouring and eating away at my life.

I sucked hard, inhaling as much smoke as I could, dragging it down deep, agitating my cancer into action, whilst washing the smoke down with strong black coffee taking the tar and shit down into my stomach. Once again the filth poured forth from my mouth and nostrils as exhaled the smoke of death, the sun kissed motes dancing in my exhalation as I slowly died…