Hold the cigarette against your lips—inhale.
Let your arm drop to your side,
Let paper fall through your fingers—so frail.
Hey there, Stranger—is that wise?
To slander our Mother—
Open your eyes.
So breathe out your cigarette smoke,
And litter the ground with trash.
Just don't feign innocence when the world
Has fallen into ash.
Author notes
09.14.08
Vaughn.
A contest entry
- Letter to a Stranger by Loki.
1375 points, ended September 20, 12 entries
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