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[audory]

He helt it out for me to take: a slender drag tottering between his forefingers. I forced my eyes up-- questioning, begging him not to tempt me. His arm offered it up once again, tenderly tentative this time around. I felt my right hand, my right hand of sin, move up from my side and invite the devil in.
The burning smoke sat in my hands now, whispering its deceitipn around my knuckles, embedding its poison into patches of skin. My sinful palm rose to my unsuspecting, naive and parted lips.
Inhale: the smoke caressed every crevice my mouth had to offer before scouring my tunneling throat. Fire, fire, fire.
I looked at him once again, preparing to let it all out. Wait, his hand spoke in one, abrupt gesture.
Fire, fire, fire.
His hand finally relented and dropped into his lap. I opened my mouth, pushing the venom out. It floated in a dazed and beautiful fashion into the purple and graying skies.
Again. And again, and again, and again.
My right hand of sin continued its plight of tainting my naive lips with the beautiful devil- the whispering smoke: a veil, I quickly discovered, which masked the true, harsh hell of reality.