As the cigarette shakes in your hand, it all becomes clear.
Clarity from the words unspoken yet that cigarette maintains the fear.
You light up another, so calm and collected but still, that cigarette shakes.
It gives you away.
The words aren’t even needed as you tremble, alone in the darkness, pretending you’re ok.
You feel as though you need to reply but you know only too well that words make no difference.
No difference when that cigarette still gives you away.
Alone in the darkness, with nothing but the glow of your cigarette.
That cigarette that gives you away.

(c) Copyright Charlotte Doman, 2012.

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