I smoke my last cigarette before resting my weary head lungs filled with the black tar used to hold together any remaining pieces of us.Toxic clouds rise to my throat lacing my words with a cancerous haze.She dances through the flames unfazed as they lick her ink stained skin resembling silk but had been masked by vengeance.

A spirit starving for remembrance some sort of long lasting legacy other than her occupation.

Unaware of the fog she is engulfed in transparency was only translucency.In search to appease the demons in her head brought on by the gifting of drinks until she was ready to pay back in private.

In search to appease the demons in her head on a sterile surface in the bathroom. She catches a glimpse of us while looking into a half cracked half filthy mirror hoping she doesn’t reflect that half cracked and half filthy receding stain of a smile a past version of herself once wore. What hides in the baggage under her eyes deep within her overcompensating lies when all she saw when gazing into the night sky was regret from that manipulation.

Because the promises she made to herself seemed to be the hardest ones to keep and knowing she survived the last storm was no longer all she needed to be able to fall asleep. I told her “Loving you is like chasing a shadow” I just wanted to support her through her recovery.