Her lips were burned.
She surely lied too much.
Or maybe she went,
And kissed all the wrong boys , with all the wrong intentions.
She was sad,
And her lips were teared apart.
Destroyed by the pout she could constantly make.
Or by the forced smile she eventually did .
Or by the time she smoked.
Only one cigarette.
Inhaling.
Exhaling .
Through her lungs.
She felt torture.
She felt death.
She fell.
She's dead.
B.O