I wear my pink and black peep-toe, ankle-strap platform high heels out onto the balcony with a short, tight dress on and my cigarettes in hand. I light up a smoke, inhaling deeply. I scroll through my phone as the ash at the tip of my cigarette grows longer and longer, dangling from my lips. When the ash is just about to drop, I tap it off onto the ground. I crush the ash beneath the sole of my shoes, really grinding it into dust. I continue to smoke my cigarette, blowing smoke out into the cool morning air. Each time the ash grows long, I tap it off onto the ground to crush it with my high... Show more