Smoke Poem by Robbie Brereton

Wrenching her away in a rustling of
leaves, he split her open, pouring a
stringy substance of suffocating excrement
into pale folds of skin, tarring flesh.

Pinching her sides, he traced the contours of her body;
rolling, moulding into his desired shape.

His sickly tongue ran rampant over delicate cheeks.

Pulling her close, a lustful pupil scans skin
for a squirming imperfection that is swiftly dispatched,
with the swipe of a rapacious finger.

Wrapping around dead lips, he ignites her.
Sucking her in with a spluttering cough,
he drains dwindling sparks to a
smouldering tip.

Used up, she is cast aside, flung onto pavement, crushed under heel.

But still she remains,
trapped with lesions of her sisters’,
lacerating aging lungs,
watching, waiting.