How is it…How does it happen? Why so easy? Where does it end? How does it begin? Where is my NOW?
Centerfold. Smile. Think again.
Flow. Touch. Another puff of the cigar. Stay there. You look beautiful only when you don’t move. Or think. Or poison.
How many times? No, no, how many times MORE? Fun. Smile. Silent scream. Squeamish laughter. Another puff of my cigar, I realise the humidity’s not right. Coarse. Too dry. Believe this life into another.
I want. I need. Nothing. Free inside. Anther puff of my cigar, acidic. Not good enough. I drown it in the ashtray.
I feel…I don’t. Not now.