Showdown

Attempt
At
Cessation
Flounders
Withers
Stalls
Realizes
Awakens
Impresses
Captures
Condemns
Defines
Belittles

Stop the nicotine control bends my mental grasp, pulls my grasping fingers back with ease, laughs in my stern, cast face.

I will face this adversary in the morning, already broken in spirit.

Like laughing in the face of death are my constant, polluting puffs.