AriadnaJoy — Turning you into my intoxicated ashtray I let the exhale drift over you, warm and deliberate, watching how you react to the haze curling between us. The smoke becomes a language: slow spirals with the faint scent of something addictive. You stay still beneath the cloud I release, letting it settle on your skin, in your lungs, as I have you jerk for my smoke, swallowing it one gulp after another.