The cigarette would have liked to go to church that morning
The cigarette would have liked to go to church that morning
believing, since teenage, that by prayers she could free herself
from tar and nicotine.
She woke up early in the morning, put a golden lace around her filter,
made the sign of cross carefully, so that she should not disturb her other nineteen neigbours,
but, while she was pushing carefully the cap of the package,
Ready for the liturgy,
she was taken up by two fingers, hit with its forehead to the corner of the table and bitten by the filter by God Himself...
Not at all disturbed, the cigarette was only slightly height sick,
but thought that from this privileged position it had now,
She could have an interesting talk to God...
No sooner had she finished its thought than she felt her body devoured by a terrible fever, from the leg up...
The cigarette was still calm,
thinking that it was impossible to die of fever between God's lips...
Then, all of a sudden, it became foggy and the cigarette coughed violently,
and then, politely apologized.
For a few seconds she didn't know anything,
felt her body broken from the white filter (prepared for prayer) now in dark smoke
She looked, with her turned upside down filter, for God,
To thank Him for eliberating herself from tar and nicotine.