I Am Flammable

Hannah Campbell / Woodford County

Your smile smells like cigarettes

The smoke dances in the cracks of your teeth

Like a ghost between headstones.

I have been haunted enough.

Although I miss you here,

It is time for you move on.

You try to mask the smell with a square shaped perfume.

You have washed your clothes in its cheap scent

I’d think you’d try harder.

You are the queen of demise

And the demise of my clarity.

I can still smell it on you.

You open your mouth to speak.

I can smell your lungs burning

As my own desperately suck in air.

You are suffocating me.