Unborn Smokers Poem by D.A. Woods

Unborn Smokers



What is this thick, grey smoke entering my body, which enters my life line?

It smells.

I hear a flicker through this protective circle and see a flash in my minds eye.

White sticks of poison with a danger glow.

Will it harm me?
Will it kill me?

I hear/see it again and again and down the tube - entering my fragile body uninvited.

Will it stop when I am born?

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