I look left – պապիրոս
I look right – պապիրոս
One after another
By the time I reach the top of the stairs
I feel like I’ve smoked a whole pack
This is what I see on most days
This is how I feel on most days
Each պապիրոս – an interaction
Leaving me breathless
long lasting odor encompasses
my body
The sharp pains in my heart
become heavier with each
interaction
damaging me once more
I contemplate quitting but
something sucks me back
Survival mode on full speed
The պապիրոս looks at me and
dares me to leave.