A fresh pack is all she wanted.
Her first cigarette is safely tucked away for later.
Lucky it seems to be.
The first drag is always the sweetest.
Tension slowly disperses like the arsenic riddled smoke she exhales.
A bit of relaxation for a little bit of harm, the trade seems fair.
A certain quietness separates her from the world she wants to escape.
For a second she is gone from all of her trouble.
And it's at this moment she realizes all things, much like this cigarette, comes to an end.