The smell of your cigarette is sweet
sweeping into me,
my stomach growling for something to fill its cavities and
even though it normally makes me sick,
tonight it smells like popcorn
and a fire and pine
like the side of your neck when I used to
brush it with my lips;
tonight that cigarette follows me through
two different bedroom doors
and it’s like you always knew how fast I
could suffocate from something so sweet,
something so small.
About Mikaela Kirin
Mikaela Kirin, is from NJ originally, but found her way down the Appalachian trail to NC. She is a sassy student, an exhausted employee, an honest friend, and a soulfully witty writer, but you can call her bluff or burn the t-shirt. Whichever compels you the most. Make sure to follow Mikaela on Instagram @mikaelakirin and check out her hashtag #callafly to see her posts.