Playing with Fire

My grandmother once warned me, if I should ever take one puff of a cigarette I will be addicted forever. And so I never have. And I never will. Smoking repels me. I truly hate it. 

And yet. There are other addictions she never told me about. Addictions I willingly seek, and cannot resist. Playing with fire, and getting burnt. Burning the flesh that has already been scarred.

Just like that first puff of a cigarette. It is the first line that is crossed. That has the power to draw and hook you in. Into a tangled, messy, uncomfortable, powerless web.

And at the end, all that is left, is the burnt ash of a once beautiful flesh. 

11 thoughts on “Playing with Fire

  1. I to have never smoked, and I know that’s been good for me , however I’m feeling sad for your “Burning Addiction”, and I’m believing that you’re still beautiful and have a wonderful soul

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      1. I am fine, still friends with someone who is going through the health issues and doesn’t wish to bring me down so we talk and text. Sad for me, still hanging on to hope for us to be happy like about Christmas or so. . . hugs xo πŸ’


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