Smoke follows beauty
That’s what you would say
as the Smoke filled my lungs and clouded my brain.
I was only a child wishing for fresh air to fill my days
instead of living in a Perpetual Haze.
I did not ask for the perks of your addiction.
I had no choice. I had no voice.
Other faces filled the spaces
We all choked on your preferred poison.
But, those are things of the past, No disrespect to the Dead.
Smoke follows Beauty is what you always said.
I was nearly 30, before I told you, how much I hated
every time you said it
But you still didn’t get it.
As the morphine dripped, body coiled with disease
Smoke follows Beauty, one more hit please.
Copyright Suzanne Norton 2017