smoke

smoke

You smell like smoke
It was cruel and true
A club in her hand
I was wrecked, disjointed

It was cruel and true
There was aftermath
I was wrecked, disjointed
I’m sure I do

There was aftermath
I decided to stay
I’m sure I do
To stand in the burning

I decided to stay
A club in her hand
To stand in the burning
I smell like smoke

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  1. kellyhegi

    This is actually two poems. The first section is a poem called “Echo”. “Smoke” follows.



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