Winter Night
Flick, flick,
the lighter clicks.
Orange flame
contrasts the night,
alone sit,
on a bench,
centered.
Flick, flick —
the lighter sparks,
a flame glows
against the dark.
City lights shimmer,
white orbs floating
in the sky,
their radiant glow
passing by.
Warm bodies jog,
bikes ring their bells,
pedestrians warned.
Behind,
paper crinkling
as flame meets joint.
A pull,
a deep inhale.
The burn cracks,
flowers combust.
Thick smoke fills my mouth,
swirling light,
heavier than air.
Then drawn in.
Teeth part,
a breath sucks it down,
cool, crisp.
Lungs expand,
pressure builds,
blood cells race,
chemicals ride.
The buzz settles.
The taste lingers,
smoke coats my tongue,
my throat,
a soft burn,
the dryness biting gently.
Mucus membranes flare,
the heat leaves its mark.
The world shifts,
cinematic now,
contrasts sharper,
colors deeper.
Soft white air escapes my lips,
circular puffs
whisper into the cold.
Chest empties,
pressure easing
with the sound of breath.
Cold intensifies,
nerves alive —
nostrils tingle,
an illusion of snot,
a trick from winter’s touch.
A shiver,
teeth grit,
back flexes in rhythm.
Muscles twitch subtly,
mouth slightly open.
Cold hands —
skin brushes bone,
Tuck them,
coat pockets,
yet they still feel the chill.
The coat wraps,
a fragile shield
against the 40-degree night.
The tip of nose freezes,
cheeks stay warm.
It’s calming,
it’s peaceful,
a different kind of quiet.
This is winter night.
This is winter night.
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