charcoal.

i hold charcoal like a cigarette,
press the ashes on white fiber.
the black smoke
a shade of addiction,
and orange embers
a highlight like nicotine.

i whisper of
dead cells in my brain,
raise the graphite to my lips
draw in a breath
and blend the black to gray

i'll reveal my truth,
light the cigarette
and shadow my youth.

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