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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