The cold wood sears splinters into her knees.
Her bare toes curl painfully against the ground,
tearing skin and nail from short-lived roots.
With shaking fingers, her hands wrap around him.
Tears fall in rhythmetic drops from running eyes,
they freeze before they shatter onto the mahogony floor.
Fear-foresaken sadness slips on the black ice
her mascara lashes have become.
His touch raises the surviving hairs
from the memories of the last
burns of his cigarrette.
She weeps as he holds her,
and his kisses bring screams.
When he slips inside her,
subtle as the heartbeat of a hummingbird,
her heart shatters once again.
He smiles as she cries,
his love for her pure as the powder he inhales.
Drug addiction, love addiction:
both powerful and deadly,
each leaving their wounds
in scars on her skin.