Nicotine flows in my

blood,

aching for more, gasping for

air,

I cannot catch my breath.

It’s like it is boiling inside of me

waiting

to be poured out into your cup,

cherishing every chip it splashes upon.

Red

drips from my pores with excitement,

delighted to seize the day.

Carpe diem, carpe diem,

it claws at the sunlight,

thrashing for more with

nails

as sharp as its determination.

Thorns

prick the skin and more undulates across the

silk smooth surface.

Carpe diem, carpe diem,

it sees another day.