She's strung out taut,

across his sinking mattress:

blood stains on a cotton sheet,

more than one girl

has been broken here.

-

She's waiting for a

gentle kiss, lips going numb

with a blood rush to her

head tilted backwards:

his pillow frayed and salted

with tears from the pain

when the blood was spilled.

-

She's not handcuffed down

but she doesn't move:

eyes closed and she's naked,

it's more beautiful in her

fantasies than in this

faded basement with

this faded boy.

-

She's just another fuck

but she doesn't mind:

she's landed in another

world with her packets

of powder, the smoke

she cleared, the forty

she downed.

-

All she feels is the heavy

weight as he covers her

with the blanket and leaves

her with her bloodstains and tears.

Can't remember.