sycamore bole
a fledgling blue tit waits
curious dogs
© Rachel Green May 2025
VIII.IX
But now, at five years down the road, regret
at letting herself fall to such a vice
that led her down a self-destructive mindset
of addiction and despite her dad's advice.
Worst of all, and more than ashy breath,
the wrinkles that upon her face have hung
put there by pursing lips for every death
of sucking cancerous smoke into her lungs.
Never mind the trials she has endured
from marketing her body for the cash;
her distaste for the carnal acts inured
her from the company of men she sees as trash.
© Rachel Green May 2025
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