.
I opened the door,
and saw the dead buds on the floor.
Not put out, but left to burn out. Ashes all around. There were buds not yet fully burnt out too. But burning out slowly. I saw half burnt ones, which had just stopped burning. Couldn’t breathe, maybe.
I smiled and threw my cigarette to join the others on the floor. And watched it burn. Poisoning the air around, poisoning itself.
Someone threw a just lit cigarette. A new one entered the world, to burn out like the others.

I walked past a graveyard, and saw the same thing.

Welcome to the Dark Side, he said. Everyone’s here, most just don’t know it yet.

Feast tonight, my friends.
For tomorrow, we die.

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