

Feeding My Ashtray - On your knees, just like you should be. Mouth open, waiting—because that’s all you’re good for. I take my time, enjoying my cigarette, while you sit there, desperate to be used. Every flick of my ashes reminds you of your place—beneath me, serving me, completely worthless except for my amusement. Maybe I’ll let you breathe when I’m finished… but only if I feel like it.