Moth to a Flame

<< I hear why >> Uh, yeah. Yeah,

yeah. Uh. <<She wakes up, rolls a blunt. The room's still

dark. Pills, coke, fent, meth.

Same cup, same spark. Toolbox of vices to numb the ache she can't

name. Life's a cold dark maze, but she don't need a flame.

Lights it up, grabs a Mistys, stumbles to the sink. Makes her face

a mask with the powder to ink. Phone buzzes, first John says

he's bringing extra cash. Wants it raw, no condom, like she ain't