Vestiges

‘Don’t let that fire out’ she said
Charcoal gums sallow teeth
And voice smooth as sandpaper
To be honest
She’s not much of a looker
But her lips were golden
She swallowed swords
And spit out scars for a living

Coughing the perfect laugh
Through damaged lungs
‘You can’t beat death
But you can beat death in life
Sometimes’ she said

Don’t let that fire out
Lighting her another stick
Waiting for the cloud of smoke
That didn’t quite set in

-A Charles Bukowski inspired effort-

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