SmokeA Poem by JoshuaGlimpse of a woman.
And she shivers, mountains of the stuff
from ankle, to neck, to tongue, until the sand paper rushes down, scratching her throat to pieces. Watching, waiting, she sits the day away, covering her aches in the smoke that twirls from her bleach-blue lips. © 2011 Joshua |
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Added on March 9, 2011 Last Updated on March 9, 2011 AuthorJoshuaCarbondale, ILAboutI am a writer. I am a traveller. I am a worker. I am a lover. I am a thinker. I am a student. I am a reader. I am a human. more..Writing
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