The curtains were stained and yellow
like his teeth,
nicotine and despair and food too heavy
his hands tremble as he lights another.
Breath rancid,eyes almost closed
he looks behind him
and sees the pain of a life lived
children lost
once removed.
Hands gnarled with meaningless labor
hold cigarrette to lips pursed
and unforgiving.
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC
The curtains were stained and yellow
like his teeth,
nicotine and despair and food too heavy
his hands tremble as he lights another.
Breath rancid,eyes almost closed
he looks behind him
and sees the pain of a life lived
children lost
once removed.
Hands gnarled with meaningless labor
hold cigarrette to lips pursed
and unforgiving.
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