Penmanship Poetry #54
"She’s curling up like smoke"
Taking into consideration that hindsight is clearest,
she was smoke. She scorched lungs and left her
scent on your lips, and its been a pack a day
since. Drunk she once said, “I didn’t always
want to burn down the world, but it’s so dark
in here,” so you broke your fingers down for match-
sticks. On a bad day she’ll light you up like
a forest fire and leave, on a good day she
might stay to watch you burn.