Chainsmoke Menthols

I feel her in my mind. She chain-smokes menthols in the den of my brain. Her tiny hands tickle the walls of my inner rooms. She's been there, waiting, wishing, watching, and decomposing for eighteen years. I can't cage her in any longer.

 

Every day, 

I become more like her.

There's no way,

I could ever destroy her.

 

Petite, with biting words and quick eyes. Curtains of hair, and a wardrobe with the title "Who cares?"

 

Jackson Katz and Avery James

would they sigh together?

I know for a fact that

they'd get high together.

                               haha.

 

One day she'll tickle the walls down.

 

Reviews

[Lee E. Powell]

"Petite, with biting words and quick eyes. Curtains of hair, and a wardrobe with the title "Who cares?""
Awesome! This line is just perfect. I loved it.

[Illegitimate Artist]

The chainsmoking menthols was what sucked me into this piece. Reminded me of a friend for a second. Really love that line. Awesome imagery as well!

[Girlintheworld]

I think I know this girl. My favorite part of your poem is "every day I become more like her, I know I could never destroy her" I feel like that about my husband...it must be love. cheers to that.