I started it as a harmless pawn on the chessboard of my life.
A simple puff on a cigarette that soon became an addictive habit.
With each puff, the smoke slowly infiltrated my lungs, advancing like a sinister shadow.
Each puff was a tactical move of the cigarette, eating away at my health without me realising it.
Years passed and that little menace was crowned as a destructive queen inside me.
Incessant coughing, extreme tiredness... were the first pawns to be sacrificed.
Until one day, between agonising gasps, I spat out a piece of blackened lung.
The silent devastation had triumphed.