A Slow River of Smoke

Heart racing, slow shallow breaths. She looks down at It. It sits there, innocent and still. She slowly reaches for It, taking It into her cold hand. With a push of a button she puts It too her lips. A deep, long breath. A rush of thick air. A moments pause. Then, white smoke falls  from between her lips. Flowing like slow moving water. She looks down at the thing in her hands. Asknig herself why. However, It will never answer her.