saffronsavant
the wind blew a violent gust in my face and I felt the ghosts of every breath ever breathed. I inhaled those breaths and knew both life and death. The cores of every existence ever. I loved. I knew the earth and her children.
there was a puff and a bang and the cigarette went out. she cursed, threw it down, and tried again. this damned thing was always giving her trouble. there was no use quitting, she grumbled to herself. the stoop was filled with the ashes of the last one, and she felt her hair was singed.