A Ghazal for Cigarette Ash
A ghazal poem
Author’s Note: This poem was originally published by A Thin Slice of Anxiety.
She walks with her block heels, kicking the thick cigarette ash.
Girl’s jellied heart was stomped on like her sick cigarette ash.
He undid his belt buckle and wrapped it around her neck.
Pulling tighter and tighter, with his dick — cigarette ash.
She screamed like a rabid wolf, howling and clawing for love.
Smiling at him, she coughed up cloudy slick cigarette ash.
She secretly lets her expensive lace bra slip down her.
He poured black vodka down her throat, taste trick — cigarette ash.
She struggles against the metal rings attached to the wall.
He lights up, eyebrows raised, feet move to kick cigarette ash.
Cherry lets him guide her through the sweetness of the dark.
The moon hangs like a tumour, golden, to pick cigarette ash.
vivid poem. BTW - thanks to you I know what a ghazal poem is now.