Hey all, so it's been a while but I've been that weighed under with work I haven't really had time to post anything so sorry about that. I wrote this a few weeks ago when I downloaded a writing prompts app and this was one of the quirky prompts that I thought I would have a go at. I hope you enjoy!
The smoke curls around me, the raspy breath taking a ragged and broken inhalation. I am dying, I know that, my friends are all gone, bar one. He sits there, waiting for his turn to come, knowing that death is nothing less than inevitable.
I can thee the match on the ground, ironically stamped out as I catch fire. I am burning slowly and the pain, the pain is so much more than unbearable. I don’t have a name, none of us do, out lies in the light are too short to be worth names but as I burn and whither I wish I had one.
My pearly white skin crumbles away, searing at the torture of the fire. Do they know my pain? Do those who light the fires that kill my kind understand? I don’t think so. I think that maybe to them we are simply disposable. Once I saw one of my friends thrown onto the top of a bin; such a harsh ending, so undignified.
They say we kill them, and if that is true, I am glad, this torture, is worth their own end. I believe in that. This is it I think, I am almost at my end.
One more ragged breath and I fall…fall…fall. I whisper a broken goodbye as the foot falls on my head. They stalk off and my life flutters away to nothing. The life of a cigarette is a cruel one. Our life light burns only as we die.
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