The Woman in Flames

there was a woman,

Beautiful of sorts.

she envied for a man,

every night she wanted him, but she never had him.

one day she took a trip to a nearby gas station,

not for food or to fill her car, but to get back at the man.

she was lonesome, full of Doubt and Misery.

upon her head was the color of pure darkness and grim.

she parks next to a pump.

unties her scarf around her delicate neck.

she stuffs it into the gas intake.

pulls out a cigarette that will be her last

she lights the scarf and waits in the driver seat.

closing her eyes as tears pierce through her eyelids.

makeup run down her cheeks.

Joan was hysterical. with all of her energy she inhales the cig,

and is finally at peace.

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