Nicotine-stained fingers
And pearl necklaces.
Sitting in this motel room,
Shes looking for escape.
Long greasy black hair
Cigarette dangling from ashy lips
Waiting in the alley,
For her to bring him money.
She shivers in the cold
And pulls her coat tighter
Walking through the streets
To forget about life.
He coughs and stands up,
Ashes falling off of his coat,
He pulls a baggie out of his pocket
And looks at her expectantly.
She digs into her pocket
And pulls out a few crumpled bills
Whats leftover from her nights work.
She hands it over just to get high.
Without remorse he takes the money
Disregarding the tears in her eyes
He walks away from her
Leaving her in the street sobbing.
At home she pulls out the tarnished spoon
Dumps the baggie onto it
And begins heating the powder.
Until it dissolves into liquid.
She takes a look at the needle
Rusty and overused
Before it punctures her skin.
This was the last time...she would ever see light again.
