Today's poem is Ashes by Abi Mae Witham. It is read by Arisa White.
Ashes
If the walls could speak,
it would be that
of depravity.
Slamming doors,
broken windows.
Memories buried in every hole,
every crevice,
of crumbling plaster.
My pain, factitious,
as if it never happened.
I'm coughing.
A cigarette is left burning,
as their attention turns to
something more burdening.
Even though,
i'm breathing
their secondhand smoke.