Cigarettes and a Gray Scarf

by Lucy Loves Not   Aug 30, 2005


The paper burns with a certain melody;

she makes suicide an art.

Inhale.

Perhaps her lungs are worn as is her face,

rings burned around her eyes.

A trail of gray dances around her,

smoke crawling from her nostrils.

The wind carries away her ash

and teases the gray scarf hang'd round her neck;

the frayed ends meet with a cloud's kiss.

She puffs again.

Perhaps it's the nicotine that makes her flash a yellow smile.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Just That Girl

    This is really an amazing poem.. it discribes exactly what smoking does.. from the yellow teath to the worn out lungs... loved your choice of words..
    keep upthe great work..
    take care..
    luv,,
    haya 3gab =]

  • 17 years ago

    by *shae-natasha*

    It was....pretty good! not the best...but ok. it didnt really catch me but thats just me. and by saying that i dont like it, im not saying that i could do better...though i might be able to...?

  • 17 years ago

    by Choose xX Alex Xx Life

    This is a good poem well done strong

  • 17 years ago

    by Colby

    That was so amazing, extreamly awesome imagery...very awesome work.

  • 17 years ago

    by Catherine

    Very nice poem. I really like it.

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