Ignoring you, while smoking. I am looking at you, but only sometimes and if barely at all. I, only, to use you as my ashtray, dropping the ash in your mouth or on your filthy face and spitting. I am smiling, wondering in my own thoughts. It has nothing to do with you. You are nothing to me. You are no one. You are a mindless object that is used for the filthy ash and spit. Domina Paulina