Smoker Poem by Vivienne Chen

Smoker



She grins at me
Her dark eyes and chiseled brows
Glaring deep
An old cigarette in her mouth
Still smoking from her last puff
Crumpled and weathered
Like me
Dying at her lips.

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Vivienne Chen

Vivienne Chen

Bay Area, California, USA
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