Vaping Poem

Anonymous
Dec 27, 2022
1 min read

An illustration of a person with long brown hair and an orange shirt. The person has no face but the upper right corner of their head is cut away and a brown and red vapor is flowing upward out of their head. The text reads, "Hidden Danger."

The following poem was written by our weekly writing group, The Green Walls Writer’s Project, in Zoom. Each person wrote a sentence about vaping and then we put them all together to form a powerful poem.

I want to hold those sleek cool modern devices in my hand and seek comfort from the vapors

My breath becomes short as I inhale; small nails running down the length of my esophagus

A cigarette of the future; stupid, expensive, and glowing

A cloud of temporary relief, a die that determines your next feeling(s)

It wears a bright and colorful mask, with its large variety of flavors, but underneath it, it is toxic, filled with nicotine

Endless headaches and irritation, yet I can’t stop

No I don’t vape. I want to keep my soul pure

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