soul

24 2 0
                                    

Silent nights
Clear skies
Music blaring
Cigarette burning
She looks down
Lips turned to a frown
Without flinching
Ember meets skin, burning
The round scorch mark
Cannot be seen in the dark
She tossed the cigarette
And plays another cassette
Music drowning her soul

dancing in the dark //poetry//Where stories live. Discover now