Her anger flares like a wildfire only to melt back down into the most subtle ocean.
Her scent pungent and sweet; a fragrance crafted only by a true connoisseur.
Destroyed by addiction all created by a mere tab of crushed up perfection.
An escape from reality is all that is striven for.
She trades money for medicine.
Life for a slow, pain filled existence.
She is perfect herself, but stuck in a loop never to create a tangent.
Drugs being the centripetal force.
She is pulled in over and over slowly melting away.
Sucking in smoke; she sheds years.
Sadly, this being all she ever knew.
Cigarettes and alcohol.
From day one she has been sad.
No one ever striving to make her happy.
This comes to an end.
When that one person steps up attempting to create light in a black hole.
Knowing they are attempting the impossible.
At least they're attempting.