Alone with Cigarilos in her hand,
She stands, she sits, and stares, and listens, It was my aunt, Millie, introducing me to drink and have a smoke with her at 6 years.
They burn from smoke and sin, tired skin, tired of living body,
My aunt was tired of living. Every moment spending a night over at her house, she would have the same ol routines,
She sits, she listens, and stares at the wall taking a swig of her bud light bottle.
Bottle half empty replies "you wanna try some beer Ciara?"
I would try it anyway.
What's for dinner, left overs?
"I'm drinking beer for dinner," my aunt used to say.
When the day is done and dreams are to become vanished, only one thing left to do for her is die in her sleep,
She sits, and stares with her closed all the way passing away in her sleep. My aunt Millie died in her sleep in the hospital in 2014, she died of lung cancer.
Rest in peace aunt Millie
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