Cancer

by Donna Roberts
(Essex, England)

Nicotine is my friend
In the dark, chill of the shed
Taking comfort from the glow
And watching the smoke billow
Through solitary tears
And in the silence of heartbreak
To the sound of angry voices
And the rustling blossom tree
Deep, I'd inhale and exhale
My chemical love
Filling both aching lungs
With its sticky, warm embrace
And when my time comes
Which I'm sure it soon will
It will be my dearest friend
Who betrayed and killed me..