The Ironic Oxymoron of the Stinking CloudA Poem by Dogkeeperno6My father has a lover ー She is thin, white, and full of so many bad things...My father has a lover ー She is thin, white, and full of so many bad things I have tried to hide her from him since I was little Hoping the cravings would pass, but they never did. Every time, he would yell at me Until I gave those terrible, tempting cigarettes back. He is calmed by their seduction, And at this point I believe them to be inseparable. But I realize the smell of that toxic tobacco smoke Is now inseparable from memories of my father. I hate the smell on anyone else. I wrinkle my nose, hold my breath, and judge them. And yet on him, it is normal, acceptable. I breathe that smoke in like I would perfume. © 2019 Dogkeeperno6 |
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