Lips wrapped around a cigarette, a chill washed over her. Her bones ached with the desire to set her night aflame. She had grown melancholy, letting life fall to desolation. Goosebumps over her skin, she contemplated to scratch her itch. Pulling out a small mother of pearl lighter with minuscule diamonds, she hit the flint to ignite. She stared into the glow, amused by the idea. She puffed out smoke with a noise of anxiety.
"Fuck." She said out loud, rolling the butt between her thumb and forefinger. She flicked the end with the tip of her thumb and dragged deep, ending with a slight pop from it leaving her dry lips. She held her breath, feeling the slow scorching in her throat, scratching and writhing to be free. She exhaled and jumped up and down in response to the adrenaline releasing in excitement. She flipped the lever on her torch and held it steady, putting her teeth around her cigarette for a free hand. Paper in the other hand, she lit the stock, watching the crisp white sheet turn to mustard then crimson before becoming pitch. Ash floated in the air around her. She dropped the ball of flame into the firewood while sucking air through her cigarette once more. Her lighter was back in her right pocket, but she chose to keep smoking with her left hand. Flames began to lick the wood at her feet, sending tendrils of smoke and soot into the sky before her. Her pupils became wider as the blaze grew taller. Soon, beads of sweat began to form on the edges of her forehead, dripping in time. She was mesmerized by the colors dancing before her. Her heart beat faster, hitting her chest with each pump. Her fingers traced the edges of the inferno, feeling the heat searing hot. Inside her body, she felt the ecstasy of release. Her eyes closed briefly, allowing this moment to be devoured later by memory. Sparks sent coals to leap through her clothing, singing her skin. Her mouth curled and she opened her eyes, finally free, if only for a split second.
"Fuck." She said out loud, rolling the butt between her thumb and forefinger. She flicked the end with the tip of her thumb and dragged deep, ending with a slight pop from it leaving her dry lips. She held her breath, feeling the slow scorching in her throat, scratching and writhing to be free. She exhaled and jumped up and down in response to the adrenaline releasing in excitement. She flipped the lever on her torch and held it steady, putting her teeth around her cigarette for a free hand. Paper in the other hand, she lit the stock, watching the crisp white sheet turn to mustard then crimson before becoming pitch. Ash floated in the air around her. She dropped the ball of flame into the firewood while sucking air through her cigarette once more. Her lighter was back in her right pocket, but she chose to keep smoking with her left hand. Flames began to lick the wood at her feet, sending tendrils of smoke and soot into the sky before her. Her pupils became wider as the blaze grew taller. Soon, beads of sweat began to form on the edges of her forehead, dripping in time. She was mesmerized by the colors dancing before her. Her heart beat faster, hitting her chest with each pump. Her fingers traced the edges of the inferno, feeling the heat searing hot. Inside her body, she felt the ecstasy of release. Her eyes closed briefly, allowing this moment to be devoured later by memory. Sparks sent coals to leap through her clothing, singing her skin. Her mouth curled and she opened her eyes, finally free, if only for a split second.
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