1.2.

When I was a
little girl
I use to steal
my Mothers
cigarettes

She use to smoke
in the bathroom
tobacco was always
a little wet

King size red
while she read
  books on love
  she really
   had a lust for

In the school yard
in a circle
  alone I sat
   smoking stolen
    cigarettes
watched how
they burnt
  so eloquent
   in my hand

Kissed by sulphur
my lips
Blowing toxic smoke
choking
  burning
Your hand on
my throat
  I need
   one more
    
    kiss

In my bed
laying in Ash

Cigarettes
and my
  men

Lord help me
I’m in love with
the devil again