Poisonous Haze The cement was warm, her feet cold, and the night young. Her pink lips curled into a small smile, as she inhaled deeply. She loved the smell of smoke. The stars were barely visible the moments she squinted her indecisively colored eyes. An open canvas clouded by grey smoke held a brilliant golden moon, half full. It was oddly bright and clear despite the disadvantaged view of the sky. Tonight- like the last several nights, the air was lined by heavy smoke. It reminded her of him. Although, it still lacked a certain sweetness that only he had. A mocking mist sent twirling ashes to fall like snow. When she closed her eyes each breath take