Breather

I lurk
Steal smoky silk
Across the hallway,
Form a web of sorts
Teeming with my ilk.

And smoking is such a nasty habit,
Why do I court it?
I have courted folksy Korean monsters (an analogy).
I mean,
'I am free'
Seems all too final
I am a breather; wee birds, they're all so lovely
They're tall.

Wrought out of black
And blackouts
You should have never tried
Put a seatbelt on me
We could never finish a trilogy
Tellingly.