Lethal

music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwhzL9IE1Dc&feature=related (Beatles Tomorrow Never Knows)

The cigarette pack thumped a steady beat on his watch

Tapping out the minutes, tapping out the seconds

In the half light of electric day, the lights hummed an angry monotone

He stood watching

He stood waiting

She would come

Unwrapping the pack he reflected, with a peel of the cellophane his reflections opened

Thoughts, like the compounded cigarettes,

Whose compressed shape should have controlled and limited the fire sticks,

Deprived of life sustaining oxygen, any flame that touched would limply burn before dying

However the dense tobacco now compressed only intensified the flavor

A flavor he knew he would savor

So as he prepared for her arrival, he focused all,

On one thought, one cigarette

He took out the cigarette; it felt so good in his hands

Caringly he compacted this cigarette even further,

For she would soon arrive

By tapping on his watch—slow, methodical, measured, insistent

For this cigarette he wanted to burn long slow and hot

As he waited for her arrival it was the cigarette he placed between his lips

Softly he placed the cigarette, making sure it was home

He began to salivate,

in eager anticipation of the intoxicating gift his lips would soon consume

Sure of her arrival, he lit the match,

And true to her word, she arrived

With a glance from her eyes

the cigarette was lit – the long slow burn had begun

On seeing her wave ‘Hello’,

Smoke was drawn into his lungs

The bittersweet blend of tepid smoke

As his lungs filled with a toxic blend coating all with tar

So too did his thoughts coat his heart, with its own toxic blend

Coating all in a seething burning tempest

It tasted so good

He never exhaled