Smoke in the air

Smoke in the air.

This is the end of the night. There is no more. All the drinks swallowed. No laughter now. The sunlight forgotten. And no hope for tomorrow. Only photos from before, that no one cares to look through any more. The bed sheets need changing. Your face needs a shave. And the young only remind you that it’s too late for you to be saved.


About magnumturtle

I write fiction.
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