Her Morning

The spark of a lighter ignites her morning

Her pipe lies resting on her lips

It is a deep brownish purple color tattered with flecks of dark ash

She sits on her small porch - dressed in a shirt from a drug program from middle school, and boxers

The neighbor boy she slept with last night sees her and smiles gently 

She smiles softly and takes in a deep ribbon of smoke

Her chest expands as she shivers from the morning breeze

She loves that breeze 

It comes from the ocean that's close by

She remains seated in a white wooden chair that her mom brought to fit the aesthetic of living by the beach 

The paint rubs her thighs as she exhales and sinks into the cheap chair further

The creak in the porch beneath her brings her to think of her mother

She loves this house, but not her mother

Her mother left and found a new life without her

Although 

Every now and again

She comes down for the sea and the boy

She draws in another inhale

Her mind sets to ease as the sun creeps over the shoreline

Today is a new day. 

kaley

VT

18 years old

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