whisps of smoke
circle from the pocket behind her lips
rising in loneliness
the stench not new
relegated outdoors
away from the revelry
a socially acceptable isolation
of her own choosing
the boozing
brazen in its dedication
to keep her separate
but seen
secluded
but noticed
for her crushing impact
but denial of accountability
the consequences concentrated
in second-hand smoke
alone
What a character she is in this fine poem.of yours!