(A/N: I know it seems a creepy thing to write about, as I don't smoke and have no intention of smoking in the future, but the idea just sort of came to me.)

_Cigarettes_

Grey smoke

Swirling in patterns

Above my head,

Forming an intricate design

That could never be imitated;

It's beautiful to me,

Disgusting to others.

Addictive, and perfect,

Poison and death.

Cancer on a stick,

They say.

Probably true.

I'll still keep going.

They're toxic,

Tainted,

Flawless,

Mine.