Her SmokingA Poem by LaPlumaI was thinking about my nieces smoking habit.Smoke fills the air, Black lungs, I dare. Deep breaths, turn shallow. I wallow, each swallow. White smoke, yellow teeth. Smoke rings, I bequeath. Venture outside, in rain, Soaking wet, once again. Nothing stops me, not even snow, thoughts abound, letting go. White stick, key to death Even more short of breath. We cried, she died. Cancer sticks, her suicide. © 2009 LaPlumaReviews
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1 Review Added on January 13, 2009 Last Updated on January 13, 2009 AuthorLaPlumaMeridian, IDAboutI am of Latin descent. I am a product of the 60's, 70's, 80's, 90's and still producing. I started writing in the 7th grade by 9th grade it started to inclulde alot of poetry. I wrote about love, s.. more..Writing
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