I dont smoke

but I like the way the fumes twirl into swirls of grey, the way they circle the invisible vapour within their reach, awakening the air with vulgar attention. I like the charred tip of a cigarette, the way it burns achingly for another dip of poison carbon. I like the way it makes the mouth blur into an odd shape of circle, the way the being inhales, the way the chest breaks alongside with the disintegration of the smoky frills