her burnt throat,
the warm smoke.
cigarettes were lit,
knees are split.
they say, "raise your voice."
she doesn't really have a choice.
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poetry for the poetic: 3
Poetrythis is my third book of poetry on wattpad. you can find my other two on my profile!