White Lace

 

Credit: Monika Luniak

Draped in white lace, she sits
encircled in smoke. Ash put beside
her, burn marks on her shoulder; she
enjoys the pain, buzz.

Her dress lays lightly over her shoulder
shielding, exposing her. Surrounded
by grey-black smoke, wrist on her knee,
a dangling hand; her mind drifts away

inhaling, exhaling
inhaling, exhaling
inhaling, exhaling

the world encircled around her