Beneath the imprints
Of your cigarette
The black rings
Of exhausted fires.
These scars of the flesh
Don’t penetrate as deep
As your betrayal
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The noxious smell of smoke
Leaves my thoughts
Jumbled and contentious
I set my jaw
Still the tears come
Over raw, stippled cheeks
Bitter as the ashes
Of my naked trust
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I catch your sick grin
Beneath heavy lashes
I bite off curses
My paltry voice
Shocking in rage
Defiant,
Strait though the filter
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3 Word Wednesday
Nonfiction
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