Shhh...

Here,

you can smell

it in their breath

snaking its way

around the room

--

When they speak

you can see their oil

stained teeth, eyes

reflecting muddied

rainbows, and their coal

covered hands balled

and chained behind

their broken backs

--

Be careful my friend

not to let a spark slip

from your mouth of matches

--

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