like a dirty rag

her toes are black
like fingers
nubs of hardened crust
blackened with time
and care
a forgotten ghost
invisible
to all that
wish not to see
sister, mother
daughter
a baby crying
for want
of smoke
that thickens
and swirls
the glass of time
as yellow and red
as fire
in night
to sell
my soul
for hope
and want
of just another
hit...
another...