I took a long drag
from one cigarette stick
paranoia creeps my skin
glancing by
the dimly lit kitchen,
a few paces from where I stand
I took a long drag
and a sip of caffeine,
clutching my stomach
as it somewhat boils
a door creaked
somewhere inside.
I hasten on a drag
threw that cigarette butt
a half finished stick.
The door opened
with a whiff of a stiff breeze
there she stood,
My mom with hairs on her edges.
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