Broken
broken
crushed
you grind
the cigarette butt
into the ground
with a smile
until no trace
of your lipstick
remains
I'll wash it
away later
when I can
muster the
strength
with my
tears
Copyright © Forrest Pasky | Year Posted 2017
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