Ashen as the smoke that envelops us,
Lizzie sits in the floor swaying,
Even her bouncy-bright hair
Losing its sparkle.
Ed and I giggle
Through the apple
Keep each other’s gaze,
This is hilarious for some reason.
Ed looks cool
Says Ed a lot.
Standing up, I feel the ground pulse:
The world is bouncy!
Tendrils entwine us,
But we trust them
And we laugh at the stories we see.
Later we agree:
There was more than shisha in that pipe.