Effy smoked
Like life was
ending in an
hour.
But it would
in ten years.
She didn’t seem
to care as
nicotenel patches
adorned her arm,
flat limpets
on a cragging
saggy rock.
One night,
she spontaneously
combusted, leaving
a pair of charred
feet.
And a fag butt.
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