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You Want One?
Out of her pocket she pulled out a crumpled ciggerette
Its sides practically bursting, ends frayed string
Her fingers held it with such a delicacy
It seemed the ground beneath her would fall if it were to break anymore
After setting it aflame she took the longest drag I has ever seen
Almost burning the pastel filter
Expression never changing
She held in the smoke
Let her lungs turn 50 shades darker
And as she talked again, every other word was punctuated with a plume of smoke
Seeping from her lips, she looked like a sleeping dragon
Staring at me for a moment she hummed
"You want one?"
Its sides practically bursting, ends frayed string
Her fingers held it with such a delicacy
It seemed the ground beneath her would fall if it were to break anymore
After setting it aflame she took the longest drag I has ever seen
Almost burning the pastel filter
Expression never changing
She held in the smoke
Let her lungs turn 50 shades darker
And as she talked again, every other word was punctuated with a plume of smoke
Seeping from her lips, she looked like a sleeping dragon
Staring at me for a moment she hummed
"You want one?"
Published 29th Mar 2016
| Edited 30th Mar 2016
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29th Mar 2016 6:56am
yes please....this reminds me of a cartoon i saw as a child of a dragon that didn't smoke....loved your poem :)
29th Mar 2016 10:19pm
