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Dr. Blacklung, I Presume By: slimv ------------------------------------------ Chapter 18: The Betrayal ------------------------------------------ Joan poured a glass of wine and lit a cigarette, chasing the puff of smoke with a swish of the wine. She preferred her wine cold unless of course it was Bordeaux. But she hadn't planned ahead and warm wine was better than no wine. At this point she didn't care about the fragrance of the bouquet against her pallet. All she cared about was losing enough inhibition to get through tonight with her son. She lifted the cigarette to her lips and pulled diligently on the filter. The smoke felt hot against the tip of her tongue. Her mouth opened instinctively as she removed the cigarette. She considered the idea of blowing the smoke out without inhaling. The thought amused her as she had thought of it often. She was powerless over the instinct to inhale and allowed her self to succumb. She closed her lips and experienced the smoke's journey as it passed her raw throat making its way to her waiting lungs. There was nothing pleasant about the pain yet it excited her in a way that she couldn't comprehend. She remembered a time in her life when she was much younger that she smoked for the mere pleasure and pride that the habit provided. She thought of this as she held the smoke in her lungs refusing to give it up to the air in the room. Where was the pleasure now? Where was the pride? What had she done to her self and what was she doing now? She envisioned how the cilia on the lining of her lungs must look like as they struggled to perform their task. How helpless they must feel she thought as they lay drowning in the sticky black sediment of tar. Poor cilia. And did they miss her daughter? Did they ever wonder what had become of the precious tumor she had given birth to? Did they ever think of Cecilia? The thought of losing her unborn lesion infused her with anger and remorse. She allowed the smoke in her lungs to leave. There was no mercy in her actions- only necessity and she quickly replaced the expelled smoke with a fresh supply of toxins. The straight line on her face, under her nose, turned up in a smile as she amused her self with thoughts of her tortured cilia. Let them pay for not watching over her baby. Let them drown in an ocean of sticky black tar. ------------------------------------------------------ Deep in the abyss of her chest, a thick gray cloud swirled across her lung's lining kissing its walls with hot fury. Her lungs had withstood stood such repeated attacks for years. They were dark and devoid of life. There had been a time, years ago, when the lining of its walls had been pink and full of life. The cilia waved like tall pine trees with each gentle fresh bre ath of air that entered the lungs. And then the fog came. It was scary at first. The pulmonary muscle had never experienced such a swirling beast of toxins and reacted with violent protest, doing all in its power and nature to defend itself from the stinking formless beast that had entered without invitation. In those days her lungs were mighty and proud as they carried rivers of fresh oxygen to the regions beyond. Life was easy back then. An occasional blast of car exhaust, a crumb of bread that lost its way, these were the only uninvited visitors it had been required to contend with and they were no match for their strength and agility. They dealt the with gray storm the way they had always dealt with things from the outside world that had no business within it's paradise. The cilia sprang to life doing battle with the toxins, catching them in their hairy claws. And her lungs repelled the rest as they shook violently giving warning to the brain that whatever had breeched the security of its reason was not a good thing and was unwelcome in their pristine pink home. Unbeknownst to her lungs, the smoggy fiend had been introduced willingly with an open-ended invitation. Get used to it and deal with it said the brain to the lungs. The lungs cried at the brain's betrayal. At first they tried to reason with the brain. You need us said the lungs. Without us you are nothing. You will dry up and cease to exist. The brain listened to the lung's pleas and assured them that all was well and in hand. The lungs listened as the brain explained the larger picture. You'll get used to it promised the brain. Don't fight it. There will come a time when you will enjoy and crave the presence of the smoky visitor. Your apprehension and disgust will pass and you will begin to feel the beauty and love that I see. The brain explained how it felt when it saw 12-year-old Joan holding a cigarette as she admired her self in the mirror. The lungs l istened as the brain described how beautiful her body looked smoking and what an important job it had to make sure this happened for Joan. She must become a smoker said the brain to the lungs. And the lungs understood and took the brain at its word. It was messy at first and the lungs were physically uncomfortable in the presence of the smoke but they allowed it to enter and leave unimpeded. There was the occasional cough of revolt but they were few and far between. The lungs began to relax and look forward to the smoke. The brain was right. The smoke had become its friend. How could something that felt so good be bad? The cilia would have begged to differ but they had become paralyzed by the smoke. Not that it was bad, but something was amiss. The tar from the smoke began to weight them down but it was nothing they couldn't handle or so they thought. After all, what business did the cilia have arguing with either the lungs or the brain? They relaxed in the smok e and gradually fell asleep in a deep slumber. The lungs shed a tear of mucus as they considered the brain's betrayal and braced for the next puff of smoke. The brain had sacrificed health for beauty- a small price to pay according to the brain. |
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