Of Cigarette Butts

Poetry by | November 9, 2008

A cigarette butt fell from his fingers
after all the sparks, red and hot,
had been blown away
by the rush of wind.
The acrid smoke,
his mint breath,
the ashes,
together.
 
Then his hand pulled another stick
like the way he picked girls
threw them away
then and there.
 
—- 
Christian Jane Centina is a creative writing major from the University of the Philippines- Mindanao.

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