Free verse № 6777
Her Wildfire Addiction
Her dirty fingers are magnets
to the slender Marlboros.
Her ashtray, full and black
as tall as a child's sandcastle.
When she sighs, she exhales
and the ashes fly
spreading across the carpet like
a wildfire of bees
attacking its prey without mercy.
She thinks she's in Heaven--
She thinks she's killing time--
She thinks there ain't a worry in the world--
When she's got her cigarettes.
Oh, Mama, Mama
Do you love your cigarettes more than me?
Oh, Mama, Mama
It's not only *you* you're killing.
4 comments
is the spark
of this worlds retribution from the dark...
Keep caring girl, Da1....
there's a reason why i didn't choose another word for "mama." in chinese, "mother" sounds like "mama," and this poem, obviously, is about mine. any other synonym for "mama" would sound too impersonal. yes, i'm chinese, and english certainly isn't my first language, but it's what i speak and use 99% of the time, especially when i will be studying mass journalism at harvard next fall. oh yes, i'm also rarely hyper critical--of people, that is--but it's evident that you have absolutely no aesthetic appeal whatsoever and probably stink since you live in england.
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