Discarded

  
 Many butts have

Graced your bosom

Smoke hovering your rims

Swirling slowly

Gently seeping 

Deeply into your bed

Of cold

Cut green glass

Many lives

Many cigarettes

Turning of tables

Loud music and dance

Nonchalant and elegant

Sitting back

Waiting patiently

For the last drag

Ashes

Like warm covers

Tossed aside

After love made

People

Just passers by

In this ashtrays

Masquerade. 

               ~Krystal Lynne