She Let It Burn, But Didn't Breathe It In I don't want to leave-- She said, putting the cigarette between her lips. She let me light it. Then don't, I said. She let it burn, but didn't breathe it in. When the ashes reached her fingertips She dropped it, Ground the sparks into the pavement, … Continue reading INKTOBER 2020: Day 2. Wisp →