Conblaze

Dripping water
On cold steel
Chills the stale room
That much darker
A Zippo flicks
A dim light emerges
In the shallow shadows
Of his only solace
His sole refuge
Deep inhale
Suppressing a cough
Feel it burn
As it singes
Feel it linger
Swirling through
Breathe out slowly
Only webs remain
Attached inside
Of what might have been
Next to the mound of regret