The Cigarette Burn

Posted: December 21, 2014 in Poem
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At first, it was just smoke.

But the smoke lingered.

It wouldn’t go away.

Then, it left a mark.

A cigarette burn.

It wasn’t very noticeable.

Just a simple, unassuming thing.

But it was there.

It was noticeable if you looked in the right place.

Then it changed.

It was no longer just a burn, just a mark.

It became a symbol, a reminder.

It started to cause pain.

It was never going away, was it?

The carpet would never be the same.

The owner would never be the same.

The carpet was forever scarred.

The owner was forever scarred.

The owner could heal.

But could not forget.

There would always be a reminder there.

A reminder of a time, of a choice, of a decision.

A decision that started a chain reaction.

The consequences revealed a pattern.

The pattern revealed the future.

Death approached in 7 years.

You will not live through this again.

How does that make you feel?

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