“Nicotina” by Jamie Mckinlay

She and I, we go way back:
old Flame, abusive lover.

I would fuel her into being
to fuel my veins in exchange;
her chemicals of insidious intent
absorbed into my body, my blood, my
Being.

It was that first drag,
that divine, joyous, sensuous rush
of intoxicating, toxic pleasure,
that delicious crackle
of that first drag
of the day.

I would loll my head back,
close my eyes and think of nothing.
Nothing was more important
than that moment
in that moment.


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