of his cigarette
a menthol smoke silhouette
circling his wet crimson lips
with just the tip between
his stained crooked teeth
he ***** me hard
till I'm charred
pulling me out
with his ***** yellow nail fingers
I linger there as he speaks
growing smaller on the exhale
I wail cause I remember when
I was white and clean
but now
bent and twisted
a stump in a metal tray
where all his other smokes lay
among the ashes
in a blanket of powdery gray
I smolder
old and colder
my fire snuffed
on his last puff