theatropoeia (theatropoeia) wrote,
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Hubris

Smoke wafts up from the bed
Curling into
Tiny ringlets and spiral whorls
Twisting in the air as around a child’s finger

The source, her cigarette, burns a hole through the darkness
Embers glowing
Ashes falling on the dirty sheets

She gathers up her personals
The belt with the crucifix buckle
Pink lace panties

“Call me again sometime”
She says on her way out

How could it get better?
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